Beer Purush Valiant Man Poem by Tagore Translation by Ranu

Animated sequence of a race horse galloping. P...

Animated sequence of a race horse galloping. Photos taken by Eadweard Muybridge (died 1904), first published in 1887 at Philadelphia (Animal Locomotion). (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Line art drawing of palanquin.

Line art drawing of palanquin. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Imagine , I am travelling in a foreign land

taking my Mom far away.

You are in a palanquin,Mom

the doors slightly open,

I am riding on a horse,

galloping beside you.

The horse with its hoofs

blowing the dust around.

The evening sun is setting,

we arrive at the imaginary twin pond.

Wherever I look its quiet

there are no people or animals,

it seemed you were afraid

and wondered where are we.

I said don’t be afraid Mom,

over there i can see a stream-let.

The field is covered with spear-grass

a winding road in the middle.

No cattle are seen anywhere,

perhaps gone towards the village,

no one knows where we are heading__

nothing can be seen in the dark.

It seemed you said to me,

‘what kind of light is there by the pond?’

Right at this moment ,ha ray ray ray ray’

some people are coming with their loud voices!

Afraid you moved to the corner

praying to all the gods and deities___

the bearers in the prickly shrub

shivered in fright and let go the palanquin.

I was telling you,

why are you afraid,Mom,I am here.

sticks in hand, curly hair__

with their ear stuck with flower.

I say,’ wait beware,

if you come any closer

look at my sword,

I would cut you in pieces.’

hearing this they jump

and scream ‘ha ray ray ray ray’.

You said , Khoka don’t go!’

I said ,’watch quietly.’

I galloped in their midst,

with the jingling sword and shield,

what a dreadful fight it was

hearing this will make you shiver.

So many of them fled in fear,

countless heads were cut-off.

Fighting with so many,

you might think Khoka is probably dead.

covered with sweat and blood

I come and say,’the fight is over.’

hearing this you come down

you gave me a kiss and took me in your lap.

Said,’ luckily Khoka was with me,

what a calamity it would be otherwise!’

Daily so many things happen__

oh why isn’t it true?

It would be a nice story,

all will be amazed __

Dada would say,’how can it be,

Khoka is not that strong!’

all the neighbours would say,

‘It’s fortunate Khoka was with his mother.’

Please note: Khoka means a little boy in Bengali

Ha ray ray ray ray is the sound made by the people coming towards them.

DP Daily Prompt: Hi Mom posted by ranu

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My Dear Amma,

Assalam O Alaikum. How are you? Today is Mothers Day, this is the daily prompt I’m supposed to write. I am so glad I am writing to you.I always remember how hard you worked for us,we are so fortunate to have a mother like you. The days you woke up three in the morning,to prepare breakfast for us,reminds me how prompt you were.I loved waking up with you and pretend to cook ,this was a treat for me. You knew I woke up too early,You did not make me go back to bed.I still can hear you telling me stories about the prophet,and how I should be a good girl,because God would be angry with me and you,if I was unkind.He would also be unhappy with you for raising a child lacking manners. It seems it was only the other day.

I loved watching you baking pound cake,it was my favorite.I would take the empty Quaker oats tin and imitate ¬†how you made the batter. I baked the little cake and was so proud. Abba would come and look at me ,he enjoyed watching me trying to learn how to cook. You encouraged me to do everything,you knew I wasn’t old enough,still you were happy to see me try. You taught us right from wrong,we listened to you, your friends liked us because we were not rowdy or unmannerly. You made sure when any elders called us we answered jee,this you said was the right way.

You always gave us lessons on humility. We tried to be good,there were times we did not measure up.We were gently reminded of our mistakes. When I think back,I wish I could go back to those days.Life was simple,we treated everyone as we wanted ourselves to be treated.

Thank you Amma for loving us so much. I love you with all my heart.I consider myself exceptionally lucky to have a Mom like you.

All my best wishes to you Amma,I hope you never feel embarrassed by my behaviour.

Allah Hafiz,

Affectionately yours,

Ranu