Tagore song edin aji posted and translated by Ranu

I wonder, whose door  was  opened today

Whose success  brought about the sunrise

Whose inauguration filled  the gold pot  with light

And whose blessing  carried  Dawn through the darkness

Forest flowers blossoming,new leaves  swinging

Who helped  them to  string their garlands

After long years of waiting

who received the gift of selection

Whose life full of  sorrows  did this Day end?

https://sabethville.wordpress.com/2015/03/06/tagore-song-edin-aji/

Five sentence fiction: Luminous

Lillie McFerrin Writes

She was down in the dumps after her father died, she felt she was surrounded by darkness.

Her friends came to console her, she sent them away, one by one all her friends left her, she didn’t care, she was unhappy and didn’t think anyone or anything could make her happy.

Then one day she saw a bright light coming towards her, it startled her, she attempted to run away, the light kept coming towards her,”go away she cried, leave me alone!”

To her dismay she saw the light changing into a human form, a gorgeous woman, who smiled and said, “I know what’s troubling you my dear child, you cannot spend your youth crying for someone who is gone, by doing so you’re making your father unhappy too, you have to learn to let it go, come with me I’ll show you the way to happiness.”

Realizing it was her only chance to be happy she followed the woman who at once  transformed into a bright light and led her to the path of happiness!

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DP Daily Prompt: Mr. Sandman:

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What kind of sleeper are you?Do you drop off like a stone and awaken refreshed or do you need pitch black and silence to drift off to dream.

I am not sure what kind of a sleeper I am. It’s different, so I am unable to write what kind I am. Some nights I can lie down,say my prayer, and if I can keep my mind off any kind of thoughts good or bad I then fall asleep. I am a very light sleeper I always have been,it hasn’t changed.

I have to have some kind of light in my room all night, to be able to sleep. If the light goes off due to weather or rolling black outs I instantly wake up and find it hard to breathe. I know you’d think that’s weird but having a dim light in my room is a necessity for me.

Then the prayer time changes every morning, it is 5:28 a.m today, so when I woke up my system was declining to leave the bed, I forced myself to get up after twenty minutes. It was still okay because the sunrise was two minutes before seven.I finished after twenty six minutes I mean praying. I didn’t feel I had enough sleep,but chose to turn on the computer and see if there was any mail for me, there were a few,I took care of those, I knew I wasn’t in a mood to have breakfast that early so I went back to bed.

When I woke up at 8:50 a.m I felt refreshed and happy I made the decision to go back to sleep. I am glad today’s prompt is all about sleep. I don’t dream much only occasionally.

Yesterday at 5:00 a.m I woke up thinking about the zucchinis I bought a week ago. I was sure they would rot after staying cramped in the fridge for a week. To my absolute delight they were as fresh as they could be, first thing I did I sliced them, washed them ,and spiced them. Imagine dreaming about zucchinis, they were in my sub-conscious mind I suppose, had they not come to half awake and half dreaming mode they’d still be cramped up and eventually rot.

http://dailypost.wordpress.com/2014/03/23/daily-prompt-mr-sandman/

Tagore song, Singer-Indranil Sen translated and posted by Ranu

Tuberose, Polianthes tuberosa "The Pearl&...

Tuberose, Polianthes tuberosa “The Pearl” (Photo credit: nipplerings72)

മലയാളം: കദംബം

മലയാളം: കദംബം (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Moon’s obstruction is removed,

it’s light is overflowing

O tuberose pour your nectar.

The crazy breeze understands not

where is the summons coming from.

In the garden whoever is beside me

makes me fall in love.

O tuberose pour your nectar,

Moon’s obstruction is removed ,

Its light is overflowing.

The blue sky is smeared with

moonlight.

The swan in the forest

spread its wings.

Taking the filament of Amaranth

how are you spreading the moon?

Who lit the lamp in the bridal chamber?

Moon’s obstruction is removed,

It’s light is overflowing,

O tuberose pour your nectar!

Nazrul song dedicated to Tagore on his death posted and translated by Ranu

Kazi Nazrul Islam, the revolutionary Bengali M...

Kazi Nazrul Islam, the revolutionary Bengali Muslim who is now the National Poet of Bangladesh (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Poet Kazi Nazrul Islam dedicated this song on Tagore’s death.

Let the exhausted (Robi) Tagore sleep.

Do not wake him up ,

by calling him

One who provided the light,

all his life,

let him sleep.

Do not wake him up.

Do not make him cry,

by crying .

Let the exhausted Robi sleep.

Let him sleep.

Walk Alone song by Tagore Translation by Ranu

If no one answers your call, then  walk alone,

Walk alone,walk alone walk alone.

If no one speaks,O  unfortunate one,no one answers your call,

if all of them go back and  are afraid,

then open your heart and let your feelings known vocally.

If all of them go back, O unfortunate one ,no one turns around ,

then  trample the thorns and move on with your bleeding feet.

If no one answers your call,

If they don’t hold the light in the dark night,

if they close the doors because of the storm,

then walk alone on the impassable path

and light up the light in your heart and walk alone.

If no one answers your call walk alone,walk alone,walk alone.

Projapoti Butterfly by Tagore Translation by Ranu

English: Agraulis vanillae butterfly.

English: Agraulis vanillae butterfly. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

This morning  I woke up,

and  noticed  a gorgeous butterfly on my shelf

its two motionless wings were spread out_

It was  silky green with white  stripes on its back,

It came in the evening

when it saw the light

all night it  thought

where am I

I don’t smell the woods,

the decorated house meant nothing to it.

It is a strange world we are in;

millions of minds

in the same world

know that we are passengers,

striving night and day

we have the same goal

to work for our freedom

in this world.

The butterfly sitting on that book

feels the touch

can see it too;

the truth about the book

is not true to it at all,

in the gloomy darkness.

It recognizes honey

but it will never know the mystery of honey.

It gets its food from floral leaves,

It looks for it daily

because it is greedy

it does not know

beyond greed,

there is indescribable beauty,

which is so dear__

that feeling is far away

from it.

Here I am,

my mind is busy sorting truth.

which cannot be taken away

I am looking for it above and beyond .

What is there

it does not know

that whatever is clear to my mind ,maybe it’s close

here now,right here

I go beyond the limits of my feeling

in search of beauty

its home is in the light

that light is unknown to me.