You do not know

 

You do not know

Agudenba and Dawa, who was full of youthful vitality, were on their way to Myanmar. When they were resting on the way, Dawa danced the "Baur" dance and sang the love song "Life and Death" written by Rabindranath Tagore.

When Dawa snuggled next to Agudengba, Agudengba recited Tagore's love poem "I Have Never Forgotten for a Moment":

  

I haven't forgotten it for a moment,

I've been on this road countless times.

Are weeds overgrown now?

Erased all traces of this road?

But I feel in my heart that there is no need to be sad,

Who knows when a favorable wind will blow,

You will recognize me when you come back,

I recognize you right away too.

A man walks on the road holding a lantern

A gust of wind blew out the lights.

But I feel at ease and know

Your address written in the stars shines brightly.

I know, the clusters of flowers blooming on both sides of the road

Flowers will correct my walking mistakes

There is a faint hint in the floral scent.

 

Agudumba told Dawa that Tagore's poems are very popular in China. In fact, many folk stories in China also came from India. The prototype of China's Sun Wukong comes from the legend of the Indian monkey god.

Stories, ballads, aphorisms, proverbs and riddles are all human reasoning, memory and imagination of folk tales. Stories are passed down from past generations. A thing that has been said by ten people can become a story in ancient times, so the Chinese say "ten mouths are ancient". Stories are "ancient", and telling stories is "telling the ancients." Stories can be roughly divided into three types: myths, legends, and wild stories.

Myths are "explanatory stories", which means that no matter how bizarre and unbelievable the content of the stories is, neither the people who tell them nor the people who listen to them have deep belief in them, but they are used to explain phenomena such as the universe, life and death, humans, beasts, men and women, etc. The difference is just the origin of etiquette, customs, etc.

A legend is a "narrated story". It does not necessarily explain the origin of a thing, but only describes the process of something. Regardless of its content, it is believed to be true by those who speak and hear it. It is also obviously different from myths. Most of the owners of myths are not human beings. Legends are historical figures, including heroic stories and love legends.

What is "Nojoyori"? It includes fairy tales, fairy tales and folk tales or fables. The protagonist of the story often has no name; the time and space where the story takes place are not remembered. The protagonists of Bangladeshi folk tales are mostly kings, princes and Brahmins. Indian folktales often talk about kings and Brahmins. But their "kings" are not all rulers. Rich households who own land can also be called kings or rajas. Therefore, many kings in ancient India are not real kings, and "king" is just an emblem. In terms of content, every time a king, prince, or Brahmin encounters a Rakshasa or other ghosts, or rescues a princess in the Rakshasa country, most of them have all kinds of joys and sorrows due to the marriage relationship. People who did bad things were often buried alive. Rakshasas often shapeshift into humans and other creatures. Their breath is like the wind. Rakshasa women also like to eat people just like Rakshasa men. She often transformed into a beautiful girl and beguiled people on the roadside. Sometimes she occupied cities and forced officials and people to sacrifice humans and animals for her food. They sometimes marry humans and have children like humans. In Bangladesh, this type of Rakshasa is called "Mando".

Indians believe that rakshasas live in trees. If someone offends them when passing under a tree at night, they will suffer from vomiting and indigestion. They are the most gluttonous and often confuse passers-by. If the light suddenly goes out while a person is eating, the food will be snatched away by Rakshasa, so he must quickly cover it with his hands. If people meet them, they are often eaten by them. Fortunately, they are very stupid. If they respectfully call them "uncle" or "aunt", they like them very much, show friendly behavior, and do no harm.

Dawa snuggled next to Agudemba, just like a child listening to his parents telling stories.

After Agudumba told the story, he followed the custom and read a poem "You Don't Know" by Rabindranath Tagore:

 

you do not know

Your tenderness fills the cup of my life.

you do not know

its value.

it's like a tuberose

Spread the fragrance in the dreamland of quiet night.

you do not know

All the songs you sing are in my heart.

unconsciously

It’s time to part again,

Lift up, lift up your joyful face,

at your feet

I dedicate a heart intertwined with sweet farewell sentiments.

you do not know  

The desolate night of your dull pain has faded away.