A Collection of Gardeners (13), a famous poem I translated (Tagore)

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Music: Yoga chanting music

I didn't ask anything, but stood by the Woods behind the tree. Dawn's eyes are still tired, and dew is still in the air. The lazy smell of wet grass hangs in the mist above the ground. Under the banyan tree, you are milking the milk with your hands, as smooth as butter. I stood still.

I didn't ask for anything, just standing behind a tree at the edge of the forest. The fatigue in the eyes of dawn has not faded, and the dew is still in the air. The lazy breath of wet grass permeates the light fog on the ground. Under the banyan tree, you are squeezing milk with creamy soft hands, while I stand quietly.

I didn't say a word. That's a bird singing silently in the bushes. Mango trees have fallen flowers on the village road, and bees are buzzing one after another. On one side of the pond, the gate of Shiva Temple opened and worshippers began to sing hymns. You put the plate on your knee to milk the milk. I stood there with an empty jar. I didn't come near you.

I didn't say a word. It's birds singing in the bushes. Mango trees spread flowers all over the village road, and bees buzzed one after another. The gate of Shiva Temple near the pond opened and worshippers began to chant. You put the milk pail on your knee to milk it. I stood with an empty jar and didn't come near you.

With the gong of the temple, the sky woke up. The dust raised on the road comes from the hooves of cattle. Women came from the river with gurgling pots on their hips. Your bracelet jingled and the foam overflowed the jar. The morning passed slowly, and I didn't come near you.

The sky woke up with the bell in the temple. Cattle driving raised dust on the road. The women raised the bubbling pitcher to their waist and came from the river. Your bracelet jingled and the foam of milk overflowed the edge of the jar. The morning light gradually dispersed, but I didn't come near you .....

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