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.

Submitted by Ranu,

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Discover Prompt : Day- 5

Day Five Prompt : Dish

When I hear Dish My mind thinks of sweet or Spicy

Never did I Imagine the actual bowl light or heavy

Which is such a shame my mind only thinks of food

Serving platters get no credit for their fancy look

Food served in a pretty plate makes a difference

I write this from my years of experience!

Discover Prompt : Day 4, Street

Let me describe my awesome STREET,

Students of all sizes you will meet

We have sidewalk on one side it’s too bad

While our side is grassy and hilly looks so sad

Although it’s short and broken my feline loved it

I would’ve name it Thursday, if I’d get a permit

One thing I know from years of experience

My neighbours would say, ‘Oh What Nonsense.’

Discover Prompts, Day 3 : Song, posted translated by ranu

When I hear the word song , it brings back memories of all the songs I heard, the singers who spent their life entertaining us. The music, the language, the rhythm, tune and so many other things.

Let me translate my favourite Hindi song: the title is ,Life

Life is a Mystery
What kind of mystery is this life?
sometimes it makes us laugh, sometimes it makes us cry,
Sometimes our mind follows the dreams without waking up
One day the traveller will go ahead of these dreams
The people who arranged this gathering,
were happy and sad
will quietly leave this world alone but where?
posted and translated by ranu

Discover Prompts: Day 1:Joke

The leaders worldwide have no consolation.

Their people know not what’s isolation

Some think it’s okay to go out with a friend

Surely QOVID-19 will understand.

Who will tell these naïve humans

This thought of yours is sheer nonsense.

Coronavirus is not a Joke

Calm down and enjoy your coke.

Our Creator by Ranu( A story)

Long, long time ago the creator of our planet wanted to experiment something new.

He gathered His Angels and expressed His wish. The Angels from A to Z protested vehemently.

The littlest Angel with its sweet voice said: It is not a good thing to create humans, they will fight and cause bloodshed, please God give up this idea.

He told His Angels, you do not know what I know.

Ignoring the plea of the Angel, God continued to elaborate His plan. I will use clay to create the form with care, then I will breathe into its shape and it will come alive.

The human was created.Not wasting any second He ordered the Angels to bow to the human. All the angels did as told but one of them refused.

God was angry and threw him out of heaven. While leaving, the rebel angel said, ‘alright then I will cause chaos, give wrong advice to the humans, your world would be a very difficult place to live, until the day of judgement.

History Repeats Itself, posted by Ranu

Nations come and nations go

My books of history told me so.

Roman Empire came and left,

The stories tell us it was deprived

Of all the power it thought would last.

Sad to see it disappeared so fast.

More nations are aiming to do the same,

This time mankind will destroy all

There’ll be no history to write wouldn’t it be a shame? 😦

Nature’s Fury,posted by ranu

Hurricane winds and snowstorm got together,

To teach us humans a thing or two about weather,

The skies in St. John’s turned amazingly white,

On a Friday when folks are not in a mood to fight

The snow came down fast recording 4cm an hour

The mighty hurricane exhibited its power

It blew away anything that came its way

It humbled the locals so much that day

They agreed to stay home and pray.

A state of emergency was declared

Some got their cameras to catch the horror

Houses broken to pieces, wind spreading terror

All I could do was repeat ninety-nine names of God,

Hoping we’d be forgiven and live to see,

Another fine day, the sun shining in glee.

Tagore Song, posted and translated by Ranu

O The Good Old Days
Alas how can one forget the
good old days of yester year
It’s all about seeing each other
Recalling the things that made us happy
we picked flowers early morning
How can we forget the
Sitting on the swing,
swaying under the flowery tree
There came a time when we were separated
We had no idea where we were
One more time dear friend
Come again
we’ll talk about sad and happy days
It will give us happiness all over again
Let us recall the memories of the good old days
to soothe our hearts!
🙂