Preface

In my prayer of reverence to you, my God, let all my perceptions unfold at your feet, connecting with this world and the book. — (Note: Tagore, "Gitanjali" completed) Like the humid clouds of July, heavy with unfallen raindrops, hanging low, in my prayer of reverence to you, let my entire soul bow before your door. (Throughout our lives, we will fall many times; fortunately, life and books are long enough for us to always rise again) Let all my poetry gather different tones, in my prayer of reverence to you, becoming a torrent, let my entire soul bow before your door. (Throughout our lives, we will fall many times; fortunately, life and books are long enough for us to always rise again) Let all my poetry gather different tones, in my prayer of reverence to you, becoming a torrent, pouring into the tranquil vast sea. Like a flock of homesick cranes, flying day and night towards their mountain nests, in my prayer of reverence to you, let all my life set forth to return to its eternal homeland.

In my prayer of reverence to you, my God, let all my perceptions unfold at your feet, connecting with this world and the - image - book

-- ( According to: Tagore's "Gitanjali" poetry collection completed )

Like the damp clouds of July, heavy with unfallen raindrops, they hang low as I bow in reverence towards you, allowing my entire soul to prostrate before your door

We will fall many times in our lives, but fortunately, life and books allow us to always stand up again

Let all my poetry gather different tones, and in my reverent worship towards you, become a torrent, pouring into the tranquil sea.

Like a flock of homesick cranes, flying day and night towards their mountain nests, in my prayerful reverence towards you, let my entire life embark on a journey back to its eternal homeland