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Trang, anh í đang ở trong diễn đàn đấy,Trang thử chớm chớm mấy câu xem nào, hi hi. Anh í đang máy bay tên lửa bùm chéo ì xèo bên box kỹ thuật quân sự nước ngoài đó, à, đừng nhắc gì đến viethuong 279 nghen.

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Thơ Ấn (lấy bên box thơ)
Có một phù thủy
Mở một quán nhỏ
"Xin mời vào đây
Ai mua gì cũng có
Tôi là khách hàng đầu tiên
Vào gõ cửa
Phù thủy ló nhìn ra
"Anh cần gì"
"Tôi cần mua tình yêu
Mua hạnh phúc, thành công, tình bạn..........."
"Ở đây chỉ bán cây non
Còn quả chín thì anh trồng lấy".
Trích từ " Những bài thơ tình thế giới"
Được viethuong279 sửa chữa / chuyển vào 20:25 ngày 22/10/2005

Tiếp nhé, lại thơ bằng tiếng Anh thôi, mọi người cùng đọc.
Where The Mind is Without Fear
Rabindranath Tagore
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Where the mind is without fear and the head is held high
Where knowledge is free
Where the world has not been broken up into fragments
By narrow domestic walls
Where words come out from the depth of truth
Where tireless striving stretches its arms towards perfection
Where the clear stream of reason has not lost its way
Into the dreary desert sand of dead habit
Where the mind is led forward by thee
Into ever-widening thought and action
Into that heaven of freedom, my Father, let my country awake
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from Rabindranath Tagore''s Geetanjali

Later poems of Tagore
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Here are some later poems of Tagore. The reader chooses the name as s/he pleases.
POEMS OF THE PERIOD:
The first day''s sun
asked
at the new manifestation of being-
Who are you?
No answer came.
Year after year went by,
the last sun of the day
the last question utters
on the western sea-shore,
in the silent evening-
Who are you?
He gets no answer.
(From Rogashajjai, translation: Amiya Chakravarty)
Soon, I feel
the time comes near to leave.
With sunset shadings
screen the parting day.
Let the hour be silent; let it be peaceful.
Let not any pompous memories or meetings
create a sorrow''s stance.
May the trees at the gate
raise the earth''s chant of peace
in a cluster of green leaves.
May the night''s blessings be
in the light of the seven stars.
(From Arogya, translation: Amiya Chakravarty)
Here lies the ocean of peace,
Helmsman, launch the boat.
You will always be the comrade.
Take, O take him to your heart.
In the path of the Infinite
will shine the "Dhruba-tara". (North Star)
Giver of freedom, your forgiveness, your mercy
will be wealth inexhaustible
in the eternal journey.
May the mortal bonds perish,
May the vast universe take him in its arms,
And may he know in his fearless heart
The great unknown.
(From Sesh Lekha, translation: Amiya Chakravarty)
You have covered the path of your creation
in a mesh of varied wiles,
Guileful One.
Deftly you have set a snare of false beliefs
in artless lives.
With your deception
you have set the great man on trial
taking from him the secrecy of night.
Your star lights for him
the truculent path of his heart,
illuminated by a simple faith.
Through tortuous outside
it is straight within,
and there in his pride.
Though men call him futile,
in the depth of his heart he finds truth
washed clean by the inner light.
Nothing can deprive him;
he carries to his treasure-house
his last reward.
He who could easily bear your wile,
receives from you the right
to everlasting peace.
(From Sesh Lekha, translation: Amiya Chakravarty)
On that birthday morning,
With deference
I lifted my eyes to the sunrise.
I saw the dawn
Consecrate
The white forehead of mountain ranges.
I beheld
The great distance
In creation''s heart
On the throne of the lord of mountains.
From ages, majestic,
He has preserved the unknown
In the trackless forest;
The sky-cleaving, far-away,
Encircled
In sunrise and sunset.
On this birthday,
The great distance grows in my heart.
The starry path is nebular,
Mysterious;
And my own remoteness
Impenetrable.
The pilgrim moves, his path unseen,
The consequence unknown.
Today
I hear the traveller''s footsteps
From my lonely seashore.
(From Janmadiney, translation: Amiya Chakravarty)

CAT
Jibananda Das
Again and again through the day
I meet a cat.
In the tree''s shade, in the sun, in the crowding brown leaves.
After the success of a few fish bones
Or inside a skeleton of white earth
I find it, as absorbed in the purring
Of its heart as a bee.
Still it sharpens its claws on the gulmohar tree
And follows the sun all day long.
Mow I see it and then it is gone,
Losing itself somewhere.
On the autumn evening I have watched it play,
Stroking the soft body of the saffron sun
With a white paw. Then it caught
The darkness in paws like small balls
And scattered it all over the earth.
Translated by: Lila Ray

Bây giờ đọc thơ trẻ con nhé, đây là chùm thơ rất đáng yêu của bé Aruni nè. Bé này hơn thằng em mình một tuổi, mà làm thơ ghê quá.
Arunima, born on 3 September, 1993, loves to write poems on every day experiences. Her ambition is to become a poetess. The poems in this page were written by Arunima and e***ed by her father
"Colour-bow" was written recently for a competition.
"Birthday" was inspired by a dream.
"Cuckoo Clock" was inspired by Mom''s everyday winding of the clock and little sister''s singing along with the cuckoo.
"Cards" in remembrance of the family''s visit to Switzerland in March 1999
"The Sixth Sense" was inspired by the discussion of her lesson in class on the five human senses.
Colour Bow
Come to the window
run to the door
See the sky
don''t let her go
The rain has gone
the sun has come
This bow of colours
won''t hurt someone
She links the hills
she fills the dale
A colour bridge
there stands a still
Across the ground
I can hear aloud
God''s anger sound
in the thunder cloud
Don''t miss the chance
to see what he gave
Her colours are made
to wither and fade
Come to the window
run to the door
Or she will go
before you know.
Arunima
July 2001

Arunima

Birthday
Dreamed of dancing,
songs and games
Screamed for candy,
cream and cakes
Licked my fingers,
locked the doors
Picked my presents,
puppets and muppets
Shook their hands,
and broke their arms
Turned around
to wake today
And found its still
my birthday!
Arunima
September 1999