DP Daily Prompt: Earworm Post by Ranu

English: Lady with Musical Instrument in Bengal (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

I probably wrote more about Tagore’s work than anything else. The task is,how can I weave all this in a book quote, film quote, or song lyric that’s hovering all around me,is something I never gave any thought. I know I’d have to pick one from the aforementioned topics.I wonder which one will be smooth sailing.

There is a song of Tagore,I heard it when I was in my teens.This song and its lyrics reverberates in my mind.It seems to be stuck.It wants to make a permanent house in my ears. The lyrics are very meaningful.

In the song Tagore talks about his death.He views everything to remain normal,except he will not be part of it. He knows his fans will miss him. He tells them not to remember him or try to call him.

I will embed the video of the song and translate it.

Forever Me by Tagore      Translation by Ranu

When my footprints,

are no longer visible on this path,

I will not row my boat here.

I’d be finished buying and selling

and I’d have paid my dues.

I will no longer visit this market.

You need not remember me or call me.

When my musical instrument is

covered with dust

the prickly thorns are surrounding

the doors of my house,

the flower garden  is taken

over by tall grass,

giving the look of a

place deserted,

the moss crowding the lake.

At that time you need not think of me or call me.

The flute will sound the same as now.

The days will pass as it does now.

The river banks will be full of boats,

the shepherds will tend their cattle as usual,

the cattle will graze in the field

and the shepherds will play.

When that day comes,

you need not remember me or call me.

When my footprints are no longer,

visible on this path,

who can be sure,

I’m not there.

I will participate in all games,

I will have new friends,

I will have a new name,

I will come and go forever!

When my footprints are no longer

visible on this path.

Do not call me or think of me!

DP Daily Prompt: Helping Hand Post by Ranu

This experience takes place in Makkah. My husband,his cousin,  his family and I were travelling on the bus. The bus driver was supposed to take us to  Muzdalifa where we were supposed to spend the night and come back to Makkah,the following morning. Suddenly the driver stopped and told us to get off. We had no idea where we were. My husband’s cousin,knew a few words of Arabic,he tried to explain,we won’t find our way.It was dark and deserted. The driver kept yelling and told us to get off. Miraculously someone showed up,he was an Egyptian. He had a heated dialogue with the driver and was able to convince him to drop us off at the taxi stand. To be sure he boarded the bus with us. We all got off to hire a cab.The nice man called a cab driver, told him in Arabic to drop us off  in Muzdalifa. We thanked him and got in the cab. We reached our destination safely. I will always remember this.

Tunnel from Makkah (Photo credit: Wikipedia)