Dhoola Mandir Dusty Temple (Poem) by Tagore Translated by Ranu
Leave worship prayer adoration.
Why are you sitting in the closed corner!
Hiding in the dark what are you doing
who are you secretly worshipping,
Open your eyes look__ the deity is not in your room.
He has gone where the farmers are plowing__
the place where the rocks are broken to build roads all year!
In the blazing sun,exhausted ,he is with them all,
his hands are covered with dust___
like him you should change and join us.
Freedom? where can you be free,where is freedom!
The Lord is confined with his creation.
stop meditating,leave your flower basket,
let the clothes tear, let the dust cover you__
let’s work with the deity and perspire together.