Chapter 19 To the Indian philosopher Rabindranath Tagore①

Tagore!Beautiful and majestic Tagore!When I crossed a boundary of "infinite life" - life -, you have also crossed this boundary, shining infinite light for mankind. It’s just that I didn’t know there was you in the world—on a night when the wind was bleak and the moon was thin last year, a book accidentally introduced you to me. I finished reading your biographies and poems—without thinking about it. I only feel the clarity... Poignant beauty. Your extreme beliefs - your belief in "a great harmony between the universe and the individual spirit"; your "natural sense of beauty" stored and developed

All the poems in my mind have penetrated into my mind, together with my original "unspeakable" thoughts, strands of synthetic strings, playing ethereal, magical, tuneless and soundless music. Tagore!Thank you for curing my innate sadness with your beautiful poetry; thank you for comforting the loneliness of my heart with your excellent philosophy. At this time, I spent a lot of time writing, chasing down this text of admiration and gratitude, just pouring out my thoughts, why don't you know! However, since we are united in Brahman, I also wrote it, and you also saw it. ① Tagore, Indian poet, writer, artist, and social activist. Born May 7, 1861 in Calcutta, West Bengal. In 1878, he went to England to study law, and then transferred to the University of London to study English literature. He returned to China in 1880 and specialized in literary activities. In 1913 won the Nobel Prize for Literature.It was named on the night of August 30, 1920, and later included in the collection of poems and essays "Leisure Love". )