Parallel Lines of Rebirth

Chapter 206: Beauty is like jade, please be gentle with your feet

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Rabindranath Tagore - When you commanded me to sing, my heart seemed to burst with pride, I looked up at your face, tears welled up in my eyes

In my socket.

All the bitterness and contradictions in my life melted into a sweet harmony—

My praise is like a joyful bird, fluttering its wings across the ocean.

I know you enjoy my singing. I know it is only because I am a singer that I can come before you.

With the outstretched wings of my song I have touched your feet, which I never dared to hope to touch.

Intoxicated by the song, I forgot myself. You were my master, but I called you my friend.

I know not how thou singest, my lord! I always listen in wonder.

The radiance of your music illuminates the world. The breath of your music permeates the heavens.

The holy spring of thy music rushes forward, breaking through all the rocks that stand in its way.

My heart longs to sing with you, but I can't make a sound. I want to speak, but words can't make a song. I call

Oh, you have made my heart a prisoner in the vast net of your music, my master!

Please allow me to slack off for a while and sit beside you. I will finish the work at hand later.

Without your presence, my heart knows no peace or repose, and my work becomes an endless sea of toil.

Endless toil in the.

Today the heat of summer comes to my window and whispers: the bees are singing in the palace of flowers.

This is the time to sit quietly, facing you, singing the song of life in this silence and endless leisure.

Pick this flower and take it away without delay! I am afraid it will wither and fall into the dust.

I received an invitation to the world's festival, my life was blessed. My eyes saw beautiful sights, my

The ears also heard intoxicating music.

My task at this banquet was to play music, and I did my best.

Now, I ask, has the time finally come when I can go in and see your face and offer my silent respect

Is it a gift

I am only waiting for Love to finally give me into His hands. This is the reason for my delay, and I am responsible for this delay.

They want to bind me tightly with laws and rules; but I always hide from them, because I only wait for love,

To finally deliver me into his hands.

People blame me for not paying attention to others; I also know that their blame is justified.

The market is over, the busy people have finished their work. Those who did not respond to my calls have gone back in anger. I am only waiting for love,

Finally I was handed over to him.

The clouds are gathering, the darkness is deepening. Oh, love, why do you leave me waiting outside the door

During the busiest hours of the day, I am with you all, but during these dark and lonely days, I only look forward to you.

If you don't let me meet you, if you completely abandon me, I really don't know how I will get through this long rainy day.

I kept gazing at the distant gloomy sky, and my heart was wandering and lamenting along with the restless wind.

If you don't speak, I will endure and fill my heart with your silence.

I will wait quietly, like a sleepless night under the stars, with my head bowed in patience.

The morning will surely come, the darkness will vanish, and your voice will pierce the sky and flow from the golden spring.

Then your words will take wings and sing in every nest of my birds, and your music will bloom in the flowers of my forests.

In full bloom.

On the day when the lotus blossomed, alas, I was unconsciously wandering in my heart. My flower basket was empty, and I didn't care about the flowers.

pay attention.

From time to time, a feeling of melancholy came to attack me. I woke up from my dreams and smelled a strange fragrance in the south wind.

This confusing warmth makes me long for it so much that my heart aches. I feel like it is the breath of summer's longing, seeking perfection.

I didn't know then that it was so close to me, and that it was mine, that this perfect warmth was still in my own heart.

Deeply open.

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I must paddle out in my boat. All the time is wasted on the shore - miserable me!

Spring left after the flowers bloomed. Now the fallen petals are everywhere, but I am still waiting and lingering.

The sound of the tide grew louder, and yellow leaves fluttered down on the shady beach along the river bank.

What emptiness you are staring at! Don’t you feel a burst of surprise floating from the sky along with the distant singing on the other side of the river

Are you coming

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In the thick shadow of July's rain, you walked with secret steps, as quiet as night, avoiding all watchers.

Today, I close my eyes in the early morning, ignoring the howling east wind that keeps calling out, a thick veil covers my ever-awake eyes.

Blue sky.

The forests are silent with songs, and every household is shut up. In this cold and lonely street, you are a lonely pedestrian. Oh, my only friend,

My dearest, the door of my home is open—do not pass by it like a dream.

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Are you still out on a love trip on this stormy night, my friend

The sky wails like a disappointed person.

I have not slept tonight. I keep opening the door and looking into the darkness, my friend!

I can't see anything. I don't know which way you're going!

It is from the dark riverbank, from the distant sad woods, through the dark and winding paths, you grope

Come to me, my friend

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If the day is over and the birds have stopped singing, if the wind has grown tired of blowing, then cover me with a thick curtain of darkness.

Come, just as you wrap the earth in the coverlet of sleep at dusk and gently close the petals of the water lilies.

The traveler has not yet reached his destination, his bag of provisions is empty, his clothes are torn and stained, and he is exhausted. You have relieved his shyness and

Embarrassment made his life awaken like a flower under the merciful night.

In this sleepy night, let me submit myself to sleep and place my trust in you.

Let me not force my flagging spirit to prepare a perfunctory week for you.

It is you who draw the veil of night over the weary eyes of the day, so that these eyes are renewed in the fresh joy of awakening.

He came and sat by my side, and I did not wake. What a hateful sleep, alas, wretched me!

He came in the stillness of the night, with a harp in his hand, and my dreams resonated with his music.

Oh, why do I waste every night like this? Oh, his breath touches my sleep, why can't I see

Meet him

Light, where is the light? Light it with the burning fire of desire!

The lamp is here, but there is no flame,—is this your fate, my heart!

You might as well die!

Sorrow knocks at your door, and she brings word that your Lord is awake, and he calls you to his rendezvous with love in the darkness of the night.

The sky was covered with clouds and the rain kept falling. I didn't know what was stirring in my heart - I didn't understand its meaning.

significance.

A flash of lightning cast a deeper darkness on my sight, and my heart groped for the music of that night.

The path I call.

Light, where is the light? Light it with the burning fire of desire! The thunder roars, the wind roars through

The sky. The night is as black as a black rock. Don't let your time pass in darkness. Use your life to light the lamp of love.

The net is strong, but it hurts me to tear it apart.

I just want freedom, and I am ashamed to want freedom.

I know that the priceless treasure is in you and you are my best friend, but I can't bear to clear my house.

of vulgar things.

I am clothed in dust and death; I hate it, yet I embrace it with love.

My debts are great, my failures great, my shame secret and deep; but when I come to ask for a blessing,

I tremble again, fearing that my prayer will be granted.

The man whom I imprisoned with my name weeps in his cell. I build the wall every day;

When the wall rose to the sky, my true self was blocked by the dark shadow of the wall.

I am proud of this wall, I have covered it with sand, lest there should be a crack in the name, I have taken pains to

I lost sight of my true self.

I went to a tryst alone. Who was following me in the darkness

I walked away to hide from him, but I couldn't escape.

He strode with his head held high, raising the dust from the ground; his shouts were mingled with every word I spoke.

He is my little self, my Lord, and he knows no shame; but I am ashamed to come to your door with him.

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