The clock of Life by Robert H.Smith Posted by Ranu

English: An analogue clock face without hands.

English: An analogue clock face without hands. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

The clock of life is wound but once,

And no man has the power

To tell just when the hands will stop

At late or early hour.

To lose one’s wealth is sad indeed,

To lose one’s health is more,

To lose one’s soul is such a loss

That no man can restore.

The present only is our own,

So Live,Love,toil with a will

Place no faith in”Tomorrow”

For the clock may then be still.

Stray Birds by Rabindranath Tagore posted by ranu

1

Her wistful face haunts my dreams

like the rain at night.

2

Once we dreamt we were

strangers.

We wake up to find that we were

dear to each other.

3

Sorrow is hushed into peace in

my heart like the evening among the

silent trees.

4

Some unseen fingers, like an idle

breeze, are playing upon my heart the

music of the ripples.

5

“What language is thine,O sea?”

“The language of eternal question.”

“What language is thy answer,O sky?”

“The language of eternal silence.”

6

The mystery of creation is like the

darkness of night___it is great.

Delusions of knowledge are like the fog

of the morning.

7

Do not seat your love upon a

precipice because it is high.

(Aagomon) Arrival by Tagore translation by ranu

(Aagomon)  Arrival               Rabindranath Tagore

The evening brought our work to an end__

our doors were shut we expected no one.

Some thought, there will be a visitor,

may be a king or a knight.

We roared in laughter and said no it’s not right.

2. Then we heard a knock on the door__

We then declared, ‘may be it’s the wind.’

The lamps were smothered we lay in bed__

some thought may be ‘it’s an emissary.’

We laughed and voiced, ‘it probably is the wind.’

3. At midnight we heard a strange tune__

drowsily we thought it was the thunder.

Every few moments we felt the earth was trembling___

some of us thought it was the ‘sound of the wheels.’

Still sleeping  we insisted,’it’s thunder.’

4. It was still dark, the sound of the kettle-drum was heard__

someone screamed, ‘,don’t delay wake up everyone.’

We held ourselves and woke up with fright__

some whispered in our ears, ‘we see the king’s image.’

We all woke up and expressed, ‘we cannot delay any longer.’

5. Where is the light,the garland,the preparation!

King is in my country ,where is the throne!

Alas our destiny,the embarrassment__ where is the assembly!

Some whisper in our ears,’this is a useless wail,

welcome him with an empty hand.’

O you all open the doors,blow the conch-shell___

in the middle of the night has come the king of dark homes.

the sound of thunder is heard in space, the lightning flashes,

pull everyone from bed and decorate the compound__

suddenly the king of sorrow has accompanied the storm.

(Moreecheeka)Mirage by Tagore Translated by Ranu

(Moreecheeka) Rabindranath Tagore

I am roaming around anxiously for the smell

that resembles mine.

On a spring night  I cannot find the direction of the southerly wind.

What I want I mistakenly want, what I get I do not desire.

What I am longing for in my heart

comes back to me like a mirage.

I extend my arms to receive it in my heart  but I cannot find it .

What I want I mistakenly want, what I get is not desired by me.

It seems my flute wants to hold on to my music

anxiously.

What I capture does not have my music anymore.

What I want I mistakenly want , What I get I don’t want.

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(Paurosh Pathor )Philosopher’s Stone By Tagore Translation – Ranu

Philosopher's stone

Philosopher’s stone (Photo credit: tv)

(Paurosh Pathor)  Philosopher’s Stone  —Rabindranath Tagore

The lunatic moves around in search of ‘The Philosopher’s stone.’

Head full of tangled hair                      covered with dust and muck all over,

lean and thin body looks like a shadow.

Lips tightly closed                             he stays within himself

he depicts himself as a picture of pain and suffering.

His two eyes seemingly looking for something in his mind’s eye.

He has no family,no home,he’s covered with dust all over,

he is poorer than the beggar on the street,

he has so much pride____ he does not value gold or silver,

he does not care for the wealth of the king__

his condition makes one smile,  he does not want anything,

His only desire is the ‘Philosopher’s Stone,’


Lying in front is the  vast roaring ocean.

The rolling waves ,     are giggling

at the crazy creation of the world.

The sky is glancing,    without a break,

the howling wind is blowing unhindered.

The sun rises early morning             in the eastern sky,

The moon slowly shows up in the evening.

Continuous rain      is making a sweet sound,

the deep mystery wants to say___

where is the desired wealth             he   knows everything,

one who understands the language will be able to find it.

It pays no attention,           singing its own strung song

the sea listens to its own voice.

Some are leaving, others  coming,         some are crying, some laughing,

the lunatic moves around looking for the,’Philosopher’s Stone.’


Long ago ,in  history ____

a ray of gold was visible on the touchstone  at that moment.

All eyes were on it out of curiosity

they gingerly treaded the path leading to the bank of the ocean___

quietly stood with heads lowered.

Were stunned for a while       closed their eyes and listened

the song of this vast ocean which existed from time immemorial.

Then out of curiosity   jumped in this deep ocean

solved the mystery of this eternal   ocean.

After long sad toil       goddess Lakshmi appeared

in this beautiful world.

On the banks of this sea         the lean and thin lunatic,

was still looking for the,’Philosopher’s Stone.’


After all this time,perhaps he has given up hope.

Still he keeps on looking,     he knows not what is rest___

hope is gone, he still did not give up the habit of looking.

The separated bird calls her partner,all night from the branch of the tree,

the unfortunate bird cannot find her mate.

still she calls all day,   hopeless,  untiring___

her only work is to stay awake and continue calling.

And forgetting everything   sending waves up to the sky

one doesn’t know who the sea is constantly looking for.

The more he cries   he cannot get it ever he knows,

Still he extends his arms up in the sky___  this is his solemn vow.

By the side of the ocean       in his matted hair

the lunatic looks around for the,’Philosopher’s Stone.’


Once the village boy asked him,

‘What are you carrying, o Devotee ,o let me see ?

Where did you find the gold fetter?’

The devotee was surprised,      the fetter sure is gold

when and how the iron turned to gold he did not know.

Wonderful how amazing!     he kept looking at it,

he rubbed his eyes and looked___ it’s not a dream.

he touched his forehead         sat down on the ground,

he wanted to curse himself__

in a crazy fit he looks around___    alas where did it go.

I had my desired wish but it ran away.

He habitually                 gathered so many pebbles,

he hit the fetters with them___

he did not bother to look ,he threw them far away,

he has no idea when he threw the ,’Philosopher’s Stone.’


The sun was setting.

The sky was golden colour,     the sea was melted gold,

on the west the bride was dreaming of gold.

The Devotee was slowly             going back to the previous path

looking for the lost gem once again.

He has lost his strength___  and is unable to carry the body’s weight,

like a tree his inner self is broken to pieces.

Old long path                     lying around are dead plants

how far will he travel  on this endless path.

The vast desert is deserted

Impending danger of nocturnal animals is keeping everyone in.

I looked for half my life           when will I close my eyes

the touch I felt for a moment,

the rest of my broken body    I am dedicating again

to go back and look for the same ,’Philosopher’s Stone.’

(Udaasheen) Indifferent by Tagore translated by ranu

Celebrating 150th Anniversary of Rabindranath ...

Celebrating 150th Anniversary of Rabindranath Tagore (Photo credit: Cea.)

Udaasheen   Indifferent  by Rabindranath Tagore

Today I have given up everything , I no longer go after anyone;

I am not interested in anything

I fearlessly go after every opportunity,

I don’t think or keep in touch with anything;

If I am unable to go up

I am happy to stay down.

I go here and there,whatever I can get I take it;

I don’t use force to grab it.

Whatever I think I can’t keep I let it go immediately;

I don’t scold anyone, and no one scolds me;

Whatever  thoughts I have at the bottom of my heart

I let it remain there,I avoid bringing it up.

Do not say, 'It is morning,' and dismiss it wi...

Do not say, ‘It is morning,’ and dismiss it with a name of yesterday. See it for the first time as a newborn child that has no name. – Rabindranath Tagore (Photo credit: Tacos and turtles)

I have freedom now,I’m leaving my thoughts and running;

I quickly came into the play-house.

I refuse to take the burden of heart-break,

I’ll forget everything completely;

I’ll return the fetters to the owner

After a long time I’m able to pull myself together.

I did not appreciate the beautiful flowers of springtime;

I was busy collecting them.

I was a honey-bee only desirous of collecting,

I was thirsty for honey,I didn’t see the quality of the flower___

I only crushed the flower lazily

when I was completely involved with it.

I am moving around in far-off places,I’m interested in nothing,

This is why the universe is moving behind me.

I do not hold anyone in my grip,

I gave everyone an opportunity to blossom on their own;

When I gave up the hope of ever going up

I found all of them below me.

Favour by Tagore translation by ranu

Rabindranath Tagore

Rabindranath Tagore (Photo credit: Cea.)

Favour  by Rabindranath Tagore

‘Alas    sky how could we do without you!

Oh dear sun ,I dream about you ,I cannot be of service to you.’

Dew cried and said___

‘I am unable to tie you down,

oh sun ,I do not have the strength to do so.

Without you my short life is only full of tears.’

‘I give light to this vast earth,

I can still catch the dew drops, and love them.’

the sun came on the dew drops

said laughing__

‘I’ll stay small and fill you up,

I’ll shape your short life with laughter.’

Life’s Journey by Tagore Translation by ranu

Life’s Journey     Rabindranath Tagore

Your journey is beginning.     Mine is ending.

You and I together will flow on forever.

Your light is shining, you have a companion.

I have the night before me.   The stars are shining above me.

Your journey is beginning. Mine is ending.

You are on land.     I am in the water.

You are sitting calmly.    I am restless and moving.

Your hand is young and strong.   My hand is old and rusty.

In your mind you are fearful.     I am free from fear.

Your journey is beginning.  Mine is ending.

You and I together will flow on forever.

Life by Tagore translation by ranu

Life                Rabindranath Tagore

Death is not my preference in this beautiful world,

rather I would love to inhabit in the heart of mankind.

In the warmth of the sunbeam and the blooming garden

if I can find space in the core of this lively heart.

The game of life is full of waves on this blissful earth,

parting union so many happy and sad faces I  like to

string together  in my music

compose songs of immortal radiance!

If I’m unable ,then as long as I live

I want to acquire a place amongst you,

hoping you will present my work morning and evening

like a gardener I can  till  new music to bloom for you.

Embrace the flowers with cheery faces; afterwards alas

throw them away if they are scorched.

Laughter the best medicine for us all by Ranu

Madame tussaud

Madame tussaud (Photo credit: gigi4791)

This is the first month of the year 2013. Life for most is getting more and more challenging. Stress,unhealthy food,keeping up with the Jones’ seems to be the order of the day,month,year.I thought since I’m idle at home,I can try to think about some of my experiences and cheer up any one who is interested to read this.

Here it goes: One fine gentleman was riding on a train,he wanted to use the wash room,when he opened the door,the mirror on the wall confused him.Although he saw himself,he thought it was someone else.He came out immediately.A few minutes later he went in and saw the same person i.e himself.He came out again,after a few times,he told himself,what the heck,I’ll use the washroom.When he saw the same image. “He murmured ,it’s okay he belongs to my department.”

One day I went to see the Madame Tussauds Wax museum in London. As I was walking up the stairs,I saw two policemen in one corner,I was about to ask for direction when one of my friends yelled out. “Did you think they were real?” I quickly turned around and pretended I didn’t hear them.

One of our relatives asked my brother, “How is your middle sister?” He was fuming with anger ,he said: “She is my real sister.”

Once we went to a boutique store in Chicago,I asked my brother-in-law to pick a shirt. He picked one and quickly put it back.I asked him,why he did that,this is what he said :’The word boutique or something is on the label,I don’t want it.’

Once a gentleman was visiting London,on the flight there was a passenger trying to tell him something in English. He did not understand what he said, he quickly got his tucked in shirt out. He wanted to say he was a Pakistani.The passenger thought he was trying to pick a fight,he took out his shirt too. Luckily for both of them,the flight attendant came to their rescue.