泰戈爾愛情名言
想要行善的人在門外敲著門；愛人的，看見門是敞開的。
手兒相牽，眼兒相戀；就這樣開始了我們心路的歷程。
在三月里的月明之夜，空氣中滿是鳳仙花的芳香，我的橫笛遺落在地上，而你的花環(huán)也沒有編好。
你我之間的這愛簡單如歌。
你藏紅的面紗使我雙眼癡迷。
你為我編織的茉莉花環(huán)像獎賞般令我心顫動。
這是一個欲贈還留、若隱若現(xiàn)的游戲；有些許微笑，些許羞怯，些許甜蜜的半推半就。
你我之間的這愛簡單如歌。
沒有現(xiàn)實以外的神秘，不強求奇跡，魅力后面沒有陰影，不用在黑暗深處摸索。
你我之間的這愛簡單如歌。
我們沒有背離所有的言辭進入永遠的沉默，我們沒有把手舉向虛空以求奢望之物。
我們付出的和我們獲取的已足夠。
我們未曾極盡歡樂而從中榨出苦難之酒。
你我之間的這愛簡單如歌。
but i dare not, for fear you should laugh.
that is why i laugh at myself and shatter my secret in
jest.
i make light of my pain, afraid you should do so.
but i dare not, being afraid that you would not
believe them.
that is why i disguise them in untruth, saying the
contrary of what i mean.
i make my pain appear absurd, afraid that you should
do so.
but i dare not, fearing i should not be paid with
like value.
that is why i give you hard names and boast of my
callous strength.
i hurt you, for fear you should never know any pain.
come out at my lips.
that is why i prattle and chatter lightly and hide my
heart behind words.
i rudely handle my pain, for fear you should do so.
my cowardice should become know to you.
that is why i hold my head high and carelessly come
into your presence.
constant thrusts from your eyes keep my pain fresh for
ever.
---- the gardener: 41
begins the record of our hearts.
it is the moonlit night of march; the sweet smell of henna
is in the air; my flute lies on the earth neglected
and your garland of flowers is unfinished.
this love between you and me is simple as a song.
shyness, and some sweet useless struggles.
this love between you and me is simple as a song.
impossible; no shadow behind the charm; no
groping in the depth of the dark.
this love between you and me is simple as a song.
we do not raise our hands to the void for things
beyond hope.
it is enough what we give and we get.
we have not crushed the joy to the utmost to wring
from it the wine of pain.
this love between you and me is simple as a song.
---- the gardener: 16
begins the record of our hearts.
it is the moonlit night of march; the sweet smell of henna
is in the air; my flute lies on the earth neglected
and your garland of flowers is unfinished.
this love between you and me is simple as a song.
shyness, and some sweet useless struggles.
this love between you and me is simple as a song.
impossible; no shadow behind the charm; no
groping in the depth of the dark.
this love between you and me is simple as a song.
we do not raise our hands to the void for things
beyond hope.
it is enough what we give and we get.
we have not crushed the joy to the utmost to wring
from it the wine of pain.
this love between you and me is simple as a song.
---- the gardener: 16