(Aabortaun) Revolving by Tagore Translation by ranu

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(Aabortaun)  Revolving  by Rabindranath Tagore

Perfume wants to mix with scent,

scent wants to latch on to perfume.

The musical note wants to surrender itself to rhythm,

rhythm wants to travel hurriedly to musical note.

Feeling wants to appear as part of beauty,

beauty wants to stay away from feeling.

Infinite wants a close relationship with limit,

limit wants to lose itself in infinite.

Upheaval in creation who knows  whose idea it is,

the continuous movement from feeling to beauty__

the confined are looking for freedom,

freedom is praying for confinement in the home.

Past by R.Tagore ,translated by Ranu

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Speak the words, speak.

o eternal past, on an  infinite night why are you sitting and staring?

Speak the words, speak

For many generations your words are pouring into the ocean,

so many lives  so many streams are mixed with your water.

After coming  there, it has stopped flowing,

the murmuring stream is quiet__

the rolling swell of water is very quiet, where are you taking it?

O eternal past, you are my heart  speak.  o do speak the words.

Speak the words,speak.

O stunned past, o the hidden past,you are not unconscious___

why don’t you speak?

I have heard your motion in the beat of my heart,

how many days  collection are you leaving in my heart.

o past, you move to different parts of the world

you keep doing your work secretly,

amid the noisy restless and impertinent people you stay calm.

O past you  secretly speak from your heart, speak.

O past speak, speak the words.

You have never lost any words,you  remember all of them____

speak past ,o speak the words.

You have in every page of life, in invisible letters

written the story of the grandfathers,

Those whom everyone has forgotten

You did not forget anything about them,

I am surprised how quietly you convey these astounding stories.

You give it language, o ascetic of the past, speak the words,speak.