My favorite song by Tagore moved by music weekly challenge,translation and post by Ranu

Rabindranath Tagore won the Nobel prize for li...

Rabindranath Tagore won the Nobel prize for literature. It is the first Nobel prize won by Asia. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

This is a song,I heard when I was still in Junior high school. The first time I heard it,I wanted to keep on listening to it. I sat and kept listening to it until I felt my sister’s friend might think I am crazy. After a long time I found the song on YouTube,this time I decided to translate into English. It is a song written by Rabindranath Tagore,our most popular Poet. The lyrics are in Bengali,the language of our dear country Bengal.

The title is, “Chiro Aami”        ” Forever Me”

When my footsteps are no longer imprinted on this place,

I will not row my boat to this wharf,

I will complete my buying and selling,I will take care of my dues,

My going and coming will stop to this market___

You need not remember me then,

Or look at the stars and call me.

When my musical instrument is covered with dust,

There will be thorny creepers growing around my house,

The garden will resemble an exile covered with thick grass,

Moss and lichen will surround the pond___

You need not remember me ,

Do not look at the stars and call me.

The flute will sound the same as now,

Days will go on exactly the same as today.

The wharves will be filled with boats  like now,

The cows will graze,and the shepherds will play.

You need not remember me ,

Or call me by looking above at the stars.

Who can say  I am not there that morning?

I will participate in all the games.

I will be called by a new name,I will have new friends,

I will come and go forever .

You need not remember me then,

Or look at the stars and call me.

This is the lyrics written by Tagore,he made everyone aware everything will go on as usual,except his house,garden and pond will show signs of his absence.

When I first heard this I was unaware this was a song he wrote to let his fans know, he will not be there but nothing else will change. In the last verse he gives a hint of reincarnation.

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Daily Prompt : Treasure

In response to daily post’s prompt : Treasure

Good Health Is Wealth

No matter how much material wealth a person has, it’s useless if they lack good health. In large cities you’ll find thousands of people running around amassing wealth by fair and unfair means. Most of these people ignore their health they do not spend enough time to eat, sleep or rest.

Our body is a machine if we do not take proper care, it will collapse one day. Our best treasure is good health, if we are sick, the physician will tell us, ‘I’ll write a prescription for you, fill this prescription and make sure you take it daily.’

The pharmacist will gladly fill your prescription, this is his job.

In the meantime the medicine you are taking will if you’re not lucky  create more problems. You go to your doctor again and come back with another piece of paper. Soon you find yourself with problems that cannot be solved.

You sit back and think of the reasons why you are sick.

One by one you watch the screen in front of you. You ate the wrong food, did not give your body proper rest, forgot that you need to do exercise to stay fit, but  did not forget to run the rat race to make money.

The money you made i.e your material treasure you’ve invested to make more. Now that you’re sick your wealth may or may not cure your health problems. You realize it’s too late you are a fool.

Your material wealth goes in the hands of your heirs, who care two hoots how hard you worked for it. They didn’t learn to earn but they certainly learned how to spend.

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Daily Prompt : Protest

In response to daily post’s prompt : Protest

Sometimes protests can lead to all out war, when people lose their senses and fight with  each other. If there are two groups of, ‘For and against,’ then one should stay clear of those people.

I saw one protest first hand at my university. I asked my classmates why were the students hanging out at the Political Science department and threatening the Prof.?

Well according to them the head of the department of Political Science  told one of his students to skip the final exams, for he had decided, there will be one student on the First Class List,  and it will not be him. The student ignored the warning and sat for the exam, the Prof. stuck to his decision and placed him, on the Second Class List,  though he was a brilliant student.

This particular Prof. decided who gets, First Class, not on merit, but who he favored.

When he said the same thing to another student the following year, the students were enraged. They went to the department and demanded his resignation or they will boycott his classes.

The Vice Chancellor had no choice but to ask the Prof. to resign.

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Daily Prompt : Vanish

In response to daily post’s prompt : Vanish

Rabindranath Tagore, a poet and philosopher, left his life’s work for us to enjoy and cherish. Though he has left this earth  decades ago, his work has not vanished. His music, poems , stories are still enjoyed by most people who are fortunate to know him and his writing.

Adolf Hitler vanished long ago,his evil deeds are in the memories of young and old will remain forever as an example for mankind, so they can learn from it.

We are here for a short while, it is important to give our best, so that when we are gone the memories of us will remain alive in the hearts of our near and dear ones.

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Daily Post Prompt : Sacred

In response to  daily post’s prompt : Sacred

I understood the meaning of sacred, when I went to Mecca, watched all the people quietly walking to the mosque to offer their prayer. They had as I did one aim, to take a place on the floor and wait for the prayer to begin.

Everything around us was quiet and peaceful, it felt so good.

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Daily Prompt : Construct

In response to daily post’s prompt : Construct

Today’s prompt : construct, reminds me that we all are builders of some sort. We choose professions we either make up our mind to achieve, or if we have someone who wants us to be successful show us the path which according to them would be best for us.

Today I was watching an interview on TV conducted by a Bollywood actor. The actor was Manoj, his father wanted him to study medicine, in his heart he was interested to pursue acting. He wasn’t going to disappoint his father, by not completing his studies. After graduating he wrote to his Dad he was sorry he couldn’t agree to become a doctor. He was interested to pursue acting.

His father replied saying , ‘I’m your father, I sensed what you wanted to become, you showed it early in life by acting in plays. I have no problem with it.’

One of my brothers showed no interest in going to school, he always had problem with his teachers. One day my father asked him,’What would you like to be when you grow up?’

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He didn’t know what to say, perhaps at that point he had no ambition. He adopted twenty-five pairs of pigeons, he fed them and watched them most of the time. He had a few pairs of pigeons, they had white feathers all over, but their head had black spots. He discovered they were a special kind, that if he picked one of them at a time and let them fly by clapping both his hands.They would fly higher and higher in the sky until they disappear.

One day he said, ‘Ranu, come I’ll show you what these pigeons can do.’

I watched him take them out from their nest one at a time let them them fly one at a time. The pigeons were flying round and round our house, soon they started flying higher and higher until they looked like bits of paper in the sky. I was afraid I thought, he has lost the pigeons for good, they’ll never come back.

When they almost disappeared he started clapping, I was amazed when I saw the pigeons, they were gradually flying lower and lower until they could land on the roof of our house.

I know this art of teaching the pigeons to fly higher in the sky until they disappear, and bringing them back to earth was a marvelous technique. But this  art did not establish my brother’s career!

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Tagore song, singer Jyoti, posted and translated by Ranu

 আমার     মাথা নত করে দাও হে তোমার চরণধুলার তলে।
        সকল অহংকার হে আমার ডুবাও চোখের জলে॥
নিজেরে করিতে গৌরব দান          নিজেরে কেবলি করি অপমান,
      আপনারে শুধু ঘেরিয়া ঘেরিয়া ঘুরে মরি পলে পলে।
      সকল অহংকার হে আমার ডুবাও চোখের জলে॥
      আমারে না যেন করি প্রচার আমার আপন কাজে,
      তোমারি ইচ্ছা করো হে পূর্ণ আমার জীবনমাঝে।
যাচি হে তোমার চরম শান্তি,          পরানে তোমার পরম কান্তি,
      আমারে আড়াল করিয়া দাঁড়াও হৃদয়পদ্মদলে।
      সকল অহংকার হে আমার ডুবাও চোখের জলে॥
Make me bow my head under the dust of your feet,
Help me drown my pride in my tears.
In order to achieve fame,
 I only insult myself.
By absorbing too much in myself, 
I feel lost, bit by bit.
Drown all my pride in my tears.
Stop me from publicizing my own work.
Help me carry out your wish in my life.
I ask for utmost peace, 
and your supreme light in my heart.
Conceal me in your lotus heart.
Help me drown my pride in my tears!

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Daily Post Prompt : Echo

In response  to daily post’s prompt : Echo

December is here, I hear an  Echo everywhere,

What will Santa bring for me  kids cry out in despair!

I say don’t you guys worry,

I know you won’t be sorry,

For Santa and his  elves will bring his sleigh full of gifts with a lot of care!

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Merry Christmas kids all over the world is an Echo I hear.  🙂  :)  :)

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Daily Prompt : Faded

In response to daily post’s prompt : Faded

A Christmas Story

Ten year old Melanie wanted a special gift from her parents for Christmas. Her mom’s response was disheartening, she waited for her Dad to come back from work, she was sure he’d never say No. Something happened at work her dad arrived home and went straight to his room, quietly the little girl tiptoed to her dad’s room.

She called him in a whisper, ‘Dad can you buy?…

Her dad immediately screamed and said, ‘No I can’t buy anything for anyone, so don’t tell me what you want, I lost my job this afternoon, you’d be lucky if I could buy food for us!

Melanie’s sweet face faded. She was stunned, she went to her room and started crying. Suddenly a thought came to her, ‘I can ask God for the gift they say if I’m good He will reward me with  whatever I want.’

Next few days Melanie helped her mother, she spent time with her dad told him about school, how she’s getting all A’s in all the subjects. She forgot about the Christmas gift and spent time reading and playing little games with her cat, who she named Cutie. Whenever she was sad about anything , she’d tell Cutie about it.

Days were passing at a slow pace, she saw her friends carrying large boxes of something. She thought it’s the Christmas season it must be her friends are carrying their gifts. She didn’t have the heart to talk about gifts, her parents cannot afford to buy her anything. How can she ask her friends about gifts?

Two days before Christmas, there was a loud knock on the door, Melanie was drawing a picture of Cutie, but the cat kept snatching it and chewing it, frustrated she said,   ‘puss  what’s wrong we don’t give you enough food?’

She heard the knock but no one answered the door, the second knock was even louder. Reluctantly she got up to answer the door. To her surprise standing before her was a tall man with a cartload of food, clothing, toys,you name it everything one can dream of was in this awesome cart.

There was a large letter, it was addressed to Melanie, the man said, ‘Are you Melanie, this is for you, it’s packed neatly, I’m sent straight from Heaven to give this to you. I’m Angel Gabriel, I’m told you were going to pray to God for this gift. Well God read your mind and He (God) said whenever my people ask for things in their mind I hear it and I never disappoint them. You and your parents have a very, Merry Christmas!  🙂

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