Poetry of Tagore Translated by Ranu

English: This the picture of a collection of 1...

English: This the picture of a collection of 108 temple of hindu god “Shiv” in Burdwan(Westbengal,India) (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

English: This is the famous gate at the centre...

English: This is the famous gate at the centre of Burdwan(West Bengal,India) town.This gate was made by Burdwan Maharaja to welcome Lord Curzon. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

I have translated Tagore’s poem on mother.I am aiming to translate some more of his poems into English.The following is about the faithful servant.

“My Faithful servant”

His unattractive face and lack of consciousness– makes my wife believe that,

Whatever is lost in the house, she says,Keshto is the thief.

At every step of the way standing or sitting,he hears but pretends not to–

He gets more abuse than his wages, still he doesn’t learn.

I need him so much,I scream , “Keshta”—

However much I hurry,I cannot hear him,I look for him everywhere.

When he is given three things he keeps one,and is unaware where the rest are—-

If he is given one thing he brings three in seconds and doesn’t know where they came from.

He takes a nap in the  morning and afternoon—

In the middle of all the noise I call him ” stupid,naughty, idiot”

My anger gets worse when I see him standing by the door laughing;

Even then I find it hard to get rid of him ,he is with me for such a long time.

My spouse with a very angry face tells me,’I cannot bear this any more—

I am leaving all your possessions, you can stay with your Keshta;’

He doesn’t know how to take care of the things, my things have disappeared.

where are  they gone—I am continuously spending  money to replace them.

When he goes for shopping it is hard to trace him all day;( I think in my mind)

how  hard, can it be to get a servant to replace Keshta!

with this thought in my mind I run and hold his hair and bring him—;’

I tell him,You scoundrel you leave  today,I am getting rid of you;’

He leaves slowly, I think my responsibility is over; next day I wake up and see

he is standing with the ‘Hukka’ that silly man;

With a quiet face and devoid of sadness, a picture of a Simpleton

I try to let him go but I cannot,what can I do,he is my faithful servant.

That year I made some money from brokerage.

I decided to go to Brindabon for pilgrimage;

My wife wanted to go, I tried to make her understand—

A husbands good deed is considered a wife’s good deed also,otherwise it increases the expenditure.

I kept the expenses low, I collected my things and put them in a bag

My wife got everything ready,she cried and said,

‘in a strange land with Keshta you will suffer a lot.’

I said ,’Oh God Nibaron will go with us.’

We reached Burdwan by train, after getting off,

a very calm Krishnakanto brought my Hukka,where is Keshta?

Such audacity of his ,how much can I tolerate daily?

No matter how much I blame him I find him happy, my faithful servant.

I got off at Sridham; and found on the south,left,back and front all

the ruffians,within seconds caught my throat. They wanted to go with me,

Six or seven of us joined together like very good friends we

stayed in a home; It felt that with hope and comfort our days will be spent happily,then came the disease small pox,

where is Brojobala,Bonomala, Bonomali ,Hori I asked?

They all left when they heard small pox. I am dying of this disease.

I am alone in a room, the small pox has covered all of my body.

I call every day in my pathetic voice, Keshto come closer to me,

After all these days in a strange land,I am going to die.’

I look at his face my heart is filled with love,he is such a close friend—

Everyday he stood by me,my faithful servant Keshto,

English: This is the inside view of the palace...

English: This is the inside view of the palace of Burdwan Maharaja at Burdwan(West Bengal,India). (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

He gave me water,asked me how I was,he put my hand on his forehead,

He stood quietly,without any sleep or food.

He told me repeatedly,master,do not worry,listen—

you will go back home,you will be able to see my,’Ma Mistress again.’

After I got better,he caught fever;

He took my terrible disease on his body.

He was unconscious for two days,his digestive system failed—

All the times I wanted to get rid of him,he wouldn’t go; and when I realized I wanted him to stay,he was gone.

I completed pilgrimage and came home after several days.

Today I no longer have my faithful servant —my loyal friend Keshta.

English: Ink-on-paper painting by Rabindranath...

English: Ink-on-paper painting by Rabindranath Tagore (undated). (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Alphie and his family visit India

New Delhi Airport Terminal 1D

New Delhi Airport Terminal 1D (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

English: A female flight attendant of Air Dolo...

English: A female flight attendant of Air Dolomiti (Italy) on board an Embraer 195 performing a Pre-flight safety demonstration. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

PIA flight attendant cutout

PIA flight attendant cutout (Photo credit: S.S.K.)

Alphie cautioned his family,since they were going for three weeks,they should pack their bags wisely.The small necessities like,tooth brush,comb,hair brush can be packed in the carry-on suitcase.Toothpaste however should not be more than 100ml.They checked the toiletries and were happy to see they had taken everything they needed.Next was their clothes ,they had to have enough for three weeks.The packing was completed.Alphie went through the list to make sure if he had finished packing.

He suddenly  remembered,to be ready they have to be vaccinated.They visited the Public Health Centre. This is where they will get their vaccination and travel documents.The preparation took them a week.Gepetto could not wait to be on their way.They had their passport,visa,tickets and other necessary documents in Alphie’s briefcase.

The day of their travel finally arrived.They were going to board the flight from Toronto.it was a huge plane.It was an Indian Air lines.Gepetto took his diary so he could write the names of all the places they would visit.

Alphie’s Mom and Dad came to see them off.Once on the plane the family were glad their seats were together.The flight attendant announced they are ready to take-off .Before that all the passengers had to fasten their seat belt,have their chair in up right position.since smoking was prohibited ,everyone was reminded it was a non smoking flight.

The flight departed from Toronto International Airport,according to the itinerary the first stop would be at Heath Row International airport,London,England.While there Gepetto bought some souvenirs for his grandparents and friends.It was a forty-five minute stop.The family stretched their legs ready to board the plane.Alphie and his family were tired,they decided to take a nap.The lights were turned off,for the passengers to sleep.Early in the morning they all woke up.Gepetto noticed the flight attendants were rolling their cart.This meant breakfast would be served.Gepetto was anxious to know,what they would serve for breakfast.It did not seem all that exciting,there was toast,scrambled eggs,sausages,juice,a bowl of fruit and tea or coffee what ever the passengers would prefer.

After several hours ,they finally landed at the International airport New Delhi.

Bhai aur baheno ,ab ijazat digiey,Phir mulaqat hogi.Brothers and Sisters,I am finished for today.We will meet again at the airport to clear customs.

Khuda Hafiz,Namaste,Adab,see you later,Au revoir and God Bless!

Lalbagh Fort

Lalbagh Fort (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Dhaka is the capital of Bangladesh.It is the largest city in Bangladesh.It gained recognition in the tenth century.It was the Mughal capital from1608 to 1704.It came under British rule in 1765.The romanized spelling of the Bengali name was changed from,Dacca to Dhaka.

I went to Dhaka from Comilla,a small town in Bangladesh,to study.I loved the city,it was very unique for me.The restaurants,the parks,entertainment centers were all in Dhaka.Although I have lived in larger cities,such as New Delhi,Rawalpindi  Lahore ,London,England.There was something different about Dhaka city.I was able to mingle with the crowd,there was warmth and understanding among the people.

I want to take you on a tour of my favourite city.Our trip will begin with Lalbagh fort in old Dhaka.It is an imposing but incomplete Mughal fort.The construction of the fort started in 1678 by Prince Azam, emperor Auragzeb’s third son.The construction of the fort was later taken up by his son Shaista Khan.According to legend,the building of the fort was suspended due to the death of his favourite daughter.

The next point of interest is Chowk Bazaar.It is located in the old city as well.Perhaps it will be more interesting if you walk,you will find yourself walking through a maze of tightly twisting roads and it will give you the feeling as if you are living and breathing in 19th century Dhaka.

Next interesting building is newly renovated Ahsan Manzil or the Nawab Palace.It was built in 1872 and was named after,Nawab Ahsanullah Bahadur.

The Armenian church built in 1791 is a must see building.

Baldah Gardens in Wari is a Botanical Garden,the beautiful,flowers and other plants,will make you spend a substantial amount of time,especially if you are a botanist.

The city is called a city of mosques,the star mosque,is one of the striking mosques in the city.You will also find the Mughal mosque and the seven domed mosque.

The next important building is the Curzon hall.It was built during the British Rule.The building is taken over by Dhaka university.

There are other interesting buildings for a tourist to see.I will name them and try to provide some  pictures.