Tagore song posted and translated by ranu

Sunlight is peering through the clouds,

It’s not cloudy anymore.

We have a holiday today,

I don’t know what to do.

Which forest shall we choose to get lost?

Which playground shall we choose to run,

I will make a boat with paper,

and decorate it with flowers.

I’ll set it afloat in the large pond,

And watch it swing and float.

The shepherd and I will look after the cattle

and blow the horn.

I will roll in the jasmine bushes,

and smear myself with the scent of flowers!

: https://sabethville.wordpress.com/2014/08/12/tagore-song-po…slated-by-ranu

Writing Prompt: The Transporter

 

Tell us about a sensation— a taste, smell, a piece of music that transports you back to childhood.

This is the song that takes me back to my childhood. It is a song by Tagore, the singer is Hemant Kumar and translated by me,Ranu.

I am a lost traveler

I am evening’s jasmine

Morning’s Arabian jasmine

Do you recognize me?

I am a lost traveler

I came to see you

 

I recognize you

Young traveler

Your colorful clothes

fly from forest to forest!

You are Spring

mornings restless light

chaitra night’s

unconcerned traveler

we are floating your way!

 

I am a lost traveler

Who is calling

this crazy homeless man

In a sad tune

when he plays his

flute and roams around?

 

Oh indifferent man

I am calling you

I am  mango blossom

Before I saw you

My eyes dreamed of you

And pained me

I loved you before

I recognized you!

 

 

I am a lost traveler

When the day is done

I am finished playing

I will go on the heated

And dusty road

On the chariot of flowers

Who will be with me?

 

 

I will stay with you

Oh indifferent traveler

I am the sad gratuity!

 

At late night of Spring

the thought of

Farewell gives me hidden pain

I weep a flood of tears

I am a lost traveler

I came to see you!

https://sabethville.wordpress.com/2014/04/04/365-days-april 4th-the transporter/

 

 

 

monay ki dwidha rekhe gele(hesitate) by Tagore Indrani Sen translated and posted by Ranu

That evening ,

what did you hesitate to tell me,

before you left?

I watched you turn around,

you had something on your mind,

Your indecision stopped you

from telling me.

I saw your smile.

Now I am sitting here,

my beating heart wants

to know why did you

hesitate to tell me?

You are far away on this earth,

I see the cranes flying above,

my pain soars with them,

Hoping I will have my answer.

I asked you many times,

What you did not tell me

when you left remained

painfully  yet

like the fragrance

of Jasmine!

Peeaari Lady-love By Tagore translated by Ranu

With a lamp came the princess

in the courtyard , name is Lady-love.

River Yamuna - View from Tajmahal

River Yamuna – View from Tajmahal (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

I ask  ,why are you here?

Quietly says she, I want nothing.

Recognize me well is all I want,

Fill your mind with this light.

I visit your courtyard back and forth,

the flowers get breeze because of me.

When Jasmine blossoms in the woods,

I announce their  arrival in my loose piece of cloth.

The flowers blossoming every where,

I delight them by giving my touch.

The morning star  visible in dawn,

I accurately show her what to see.

When my jingling anklet is heard

the blades of  grass  shiver excitedly.

Beds of flower decorated in your garden,

all whisper  to each  other, lady-love is here.

The sun gives its lustre to the morning clouds,

The woods are awake on the coming of Lady-love .

The night of full moon brings the swinging Spring,

‘Lady-love,Lady-love’ they noisily sing.

Breeze of the mango blossoms excite the villagers ,

they are playing the flutes in Lady-love’s name.

The fall fills the Jumna with water,

‘Lady-love  Lady-love’  they sing all along the shore.’

Ashar Shandhya An evening in June By Tagore Translated by Ranu

Jasmine flower

Jasmine flower (Photo credit: snopek)

The evening is drawing close,the day is done.

The tieless rain is dripping at intervals.

Sitting alone in the corner what am I thinking__

what  message the  confidante breeze is leaving, Jasmine in the  woods.

My heart is pounding I cannot find the reason__

the fragrance of the wet flowers makes my heart weep.

What tune can I play to fill the hours of the night_

what anxiety is distracting me I wonder__

Is it the tieless  rain  dripping at intervals?