Dhoola Mandir Dusty Temple (Poem) by Tagore Translated by Ranu

Leave worship prayer adoration.

Why are you sitting in the  closed  corner!

Deity

Deity (Photo credit: chooyutshing)

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.

The Elder Sister by R.Tagore Translated by Ranu

‘The Elder Sister’

Her father is a labourer from the west.

He digs the earth on the banks of the river,

to arrange the bricks.

The little daughter is going back and forth to the wharf,

she is carrying a lot of dishes to wash,

she prances down the steps several times in the day,

her brass bangle rings ding dong when it touches the brass plate.

She is busy all day.

Her younger brother bald headed,covered with mud,and wearing no clothes,

walks behind her like a pet bird.

He sits on top of the wharf,stays quiet and patient.

The elder sister fills her pitcher and carries it on her head.

With a  plate in her left hand, there goes Bala

holding her younger brother with her right hand.

She is her mother’s representative.

Her back  bent down with the heavy load ,she is a  very young elder sister.