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chokher aloy dekhechilem ,chokher baire Tagore song posted by Ranu
DP Daily Prompt : PAPA LOVES MAMBO
In our house the music we loved to hear were, Hindi and Bengali songs. We learned to listen and appreciate the gifted singers. There were many.
The following are my favorite songs one in Hindi and one in Bengali.
The first song is in Bengali(my mother tongue)
Bengali translation by Ranu:
when my footsteps are no longer visible,
I won’t row my boat on this shore
I will complete buying and selling
My visits to this wharf will stop
you need not remember or
look at the stars and call me
when dust accumulates on
the strings of my musical instrument
prickly thorn would cover my doorway
you need not remember or call me
the flute will sound the same
you need not remember
or call me then
The flower garden will be covered
with weeds and tall grass
You need not remember or call me then
The large pond will be
encircled with moss
The wharf will be filled with boats
as it is now
At that time who will
say I am not there
in the morning
I will participate in
all the games
I will have a new name
I will play with my new friends
I will come and
go as usual
You need not
remember me or call me
when my footsteps
are no longer visible
in this market.
The following is a Hindi song: translated by Ranu
There will be no shortage
of fairs in this life
we will not be sorry
there will be time
when our journey
in this life will end
no one will accompany us
we will go alone
time, day, or season
will be unknown
the world is a flowing river
our life is just a drop
how important is our life
water will mix with water
resulting in destruction
spring will repeat,
there will be memories
of loves lost
stop and breathe for a moment
the world will remain the same
the confusions of life will continue
the world will remain the same
it will be destroyed and rebuilt
The fairs of life will continue!!
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NaBloPoMo An Urdu Song Ranu’s post https://sabethville.wordpress.com
The last Mughul Emperor Bahadur Shah Zafar II (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
This ghazal was written by Bahadur Shah Zafar. He was the last mughal emperor of India. He was a devout Sufi and also an Urdu poet.This ghazal(or poem) was his best.
My heart cannot rest in this destroyed land.
Who can be satisfied in this useless world.
The nightingale does not complain
about the guard or the hunter.
Fate has decided imprisonment
during Spring harvest.
Tell these desires to find
some other home.
There is no room for them
in this dishonored heart.
The nightingale is delighted
sitting on the branch of flowers.
While thorns are strewn
in my heart’s garden.
I wanted a long life
all I got was four days.
Two I spent wishing and two waiting.
My days are over
evening is here.
I shall sleep with
outstretched legs in my tomb.
Referring to himself he says,
How unlucky is Zafar!
For his burial,
He could not even have two yards of
land in his beloved country!
He was exiled to Rangoon(Myanmar where he breathed his last)!
Translated by Ranu
Valkyries (2) Novel by Paulo Coelho Post by Ranu
J. : Paulo’s master.
Chris : Paulo’s wife
Gene : a man in his twentys
J. and Paulo understand each other well. J. the master and Paulo the disciple have a good relationship. At times the disciple is surprised when the master talks about worldly things.When the master admitted women were important to him.In reply to this Paulo said” I used to imagine great masters as people who were far removed from the world.”
J. told his disciple,he was like a river,which has run down to the sea ,he knows its wisdom.He has died and reborn many times,all he has to do is remember. J. told Paulo to break the curse. The task J. said : ” It’s for love. For victory . And for the glory of God”.
J. had to leave Rio,he was happy about the contract he negotiated for the Dutch multinational.Before boarding J. wrote something on a napkin and handed it to Paulo. Thinking it to be a magic formula, he picked up the napkin.It was a verse from a poem. J. told his disciple, During the last century,a man wrote a poem .It’s been true for many generations.”
The following is the verse:
And each man kills the thing he loves,
By all let this be heard,
Some do it with a bitter look,
Some with a flattering word,
The coward does it with a kiss,
The brave man with a sword.
Paulo read and could not stop looking at the words. Paulo realized he has destroyed what he loved.His dreams fell apart when he was about to achieve them.He thought this is something that happens to everyone.J. repeated the task was’ to break the curse’.
Next Coelho meets Gene the young man recommended by J.
To be continued!
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