Tagore : The first jasmine
 
  Oh, these jasmine, these white jasmine!
 
  I seem to remember the first time I was holding these jasmine flowers with these white jasmine flowers.
 
  I love that daylight, the sky, the green earth;
 
  I heard the sound of the river flowing, passing in the midnight of the black lacquer; the autumn sunset, welcoming me at the corner of the road in the wilderness, such as the bride to lift her veil to meet her lover.
 
  But I remembered the white jasmine that I held in my hand for the first time, and my heart was full of sweet memories.
 
  I have had many happy days in my life. On the evening of the holiday banquet, I laughed with the jokes.
 
  On the morning of the gloomy rainy day, I sang a lot of elegant poems.
 
  I wore a drunken wreath of lover's hand on my neck as a night dress.
 
  But I remembered the white jasmine that I held in my hand for the first time, and my heart was full of sweet memories.