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.

Bisharjan Relinquishment by Tagore translated by ranu

Reincarnation

Reincarnation (Photo credit: GrahamKing)

Bisharjan by Rabindranath Tagore

Two young sons died one after another

they were less than two years old.

When another son was born this time

Mollika’s husband died too. Friends

explained ,in her former life there were too many sins,

which is why there is so much pain and sorrow.

The grieving woman submissively acknowledged

her sins in her previous life

and attentively devoted to sacrifice.  from temple to temple

here and there,the villages she went around offering her prayer;

voluntarily started fasting,offered water to gods and daily worship

spent her time in the temple.

She tied an amulet in her hair which she picked up;

listened to the words from Ramayan; visited the religious people

and invited them to come to her home and bless the son.

she called herself the lowliest of all

she looked for kindness from everyone,

she was kind to animals,birds and the like

was afraid somehow she might offend them.

When the child was a year and a half

he became ill ,she

made an offering to deities

she prayed day and night for her son

she sold everything to please the deity

so her son would recover

she went to the Brahmin for her son,

he told her,’my child people are not honest anymore

this is the age when honesty is gone.’

Wherever she went she was told she has no hope

home she came dejected,all the days of sacrifice came to nothing

she took her  very sick son to the pond

and prayed to the gods to relieve his fever.

there she was meditating eyes shut

she dreamt the goddess returned her healthy son

she opened her eyes and found the son was taken

away by the river;she screamed to get back her son.

but all was quiet and her screaming brought no result.