Tagore song: Phire phire

blished on 6 Dec 2012

ফিরে ফিরে ডাক্‌ দেখি রে পরান খুলে, ডাক্‌ ডাক্‌ ডাক্‌ ফিরে ফিরে ।
দেখব কেমন রয় সে ভুলে ।।
সে ডাক বেড়াক বনে বনে, সে ডাক শুধাক জনে জনে,
সে ডাক বুকে দুঃখে সুখে ফিরুক দুলে ।।
সাঁঝ-সকালে রাত্রিবেলায় ক্ষণে ক্ষণে
একলা ব’সে ডাক্‌ দেখি তায় মনে মনে ।
নয়ন তোরই ডাকুক তারে, শ্রবণ রহুক পথের ধারে

Turn around and keep calling,

Will see how he can  forget you.

Let the call roam around in the woods,

let each one inquire about the call

let that call oscillate in your heart

in  sorrow and in  happiness.

In the evening, at night, each moment,

Sit alone and call in your mind.

Let your eyes call him,

let your hearing remain,

on the side of the road.

………………………….. 🙂

Jaul Paatro Water-Pot: Poem by Tagore Translated by Ranu

O Lord, You are worthy of worship. My caste

You know O life-giver.

Rabindranath Tagore won the Nobel prize for literature. It is the first Nobel prize won by Asia. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Still you pushed every one

why did you come

in front of me!

A filled water-pot on my side

I was walking along the field

on a very warm   mid -afternoon

I was coming to my house.

You were thirsty and wanted water___

I am a poor woman

how can I offend you,

it cannot be my preference!

I lowered my water-pot and bowed to you

said I , ‘do not make me feel guilty’.

Hearing this, you looked at me conqueror of the world;

you laughed and said O earthen-pot carrier,

wherever there is piety on this earth

filled with beautiful greenery,

likewise  your

pious feet are kissing the ground.

Beauty doesn’t  have any caste,

she is always free.

The crimson dawn

dresses her in its own ornament;

the star-filled night

strings her garland

listen to me,

hundreds of water-lilies have no caste.

In the middle of it was revealed heaven’s  clean desire

are they impure too.

Where the Creator with his own hands created

daily the entire universe .

With tear-filled eyes you said this

and went away.

Since then

I take this fragile pot at day-break daily

I cover it with  diverse line of painting.

O powerful one come down

so she could worship your grace.

“Embarrassed” Post by Ranu

English: Tim Horton, playing for the Toronto Maple Leafs, sitting in the penalty box at Madison Square Garden, New York City during a game against the New York Rangers. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

One morning,very early in school,

two boys came running to prove me a fool.

Mrs. Asgar,they said,did  you  hear?

Tim Horton,is dead, we fear.

without thinking I said ,

‘who is he?’

Their eyes doubled upon hearing me.

My God they thought, how could she not know.

Tim Horton the greatest player on ice and snow!

Teachers are human, now we know.

She may not know the game of hockey,

but she knows quite well when we are cocky!