Tagore song: Let the vessel of sweet memories, posted and translated by Ranu

Let the farewell  vessel of sweet memories remain filled

In tearful sadness and quiet  depths of silence

May your heart secretly find a new message

You will have to go alone on the path you choose to take

There will be darkness in your eyes

But there will be a ray of light

In your heart

Throughout the day your mind

Will be revived with sweet memories

While in the garden of your heart

The lute will play the music of separation!

https://sabethville.wordpress.com/2014/09/01/tagore-song-le…slated-by-ranu/

 

Writing Prompt: Back To The Future

A new service is invented for me to send messages to people in the future. First I’d be so overwhelmed I wouldn’t know who deserves a message in the future from me.

After hours of pondering and nights of uneasy sleep, I’ve decided future messages can only be sent to those who are yet to step into this amazing world of ours.

Since I think I’ve gathered enough experience from the past and present, I have so to speak a lot more knowledge than the ones who will be coming.

The names of people hopefully will be the same, who is going to try to invent newer names. I like the existing names such as Henry,Jack,George, Neal and Philip. I’ll deal with one of these keeping in mind ,their minds are squeaky clean.

1.Henry is a name I’ll strike off the list because of Henry v111.

2. A person named Jack was not so good either.

3. George: there were too many dopes,so I cannot use it .

4. Neal: according to research I’ve done ; a person named Neal was a stupendous bad ass.

5. Philip: They say is a very stable and honest man.

I have chosen Philip out of five names I’ve researched,he is the one who is honest and stable man according to sources.

Since he is yet to be born and raised my message will be thus:

Dear Philip ,

This is a message for you. Please get rid of all the things that have caused pollution. Treat all your fellow humans equally. Give opportunities to do better to all humans. Wipe out hunger.Provide homes for everyone. I hope you will take this message as a serious one.

Good luck and God bless.

Take care,

From one who has experience of good,the bad,

and the ugly

https://sabethville.wordpress.com/2014/03/01/365-days-march01-back to the future/

‘Thay porhey thay’ Read to me, a poem by R.Tagore Translated and Posted by Ranu

Read,

What has he written today.

Let the touch of his

distant message

soothe my heart.

Let it bring

the scent of  the mustard field

in my solitary home,

I want the slow breeze to

blow my flowing hair.

Take the tune of the

blue sky and play on my

lonely mind,

make the grim road

visible from my window.

I will let my heart

rejoice at the

colorful setting

of the sun,

While I sit quietly  with tearful eyes!

Amar phool baganer phoolgulikey My flower garden,by Tagore, translation–Ranu

Rabindranath Tagore won the Nobel prize for li...

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

The flowers in my garden,will not be tied today__

leave the colourful threads,

let the gold and silver tassels remain where they are.

Hearing this the family asks,

‘if they are not tied

how will we hold them__

or decorate our vases?’

I reply,

‘today they are on leave like the dancers,

their laughter is uncontrolled,

movement is disorderly

in the woods in the late afternoon,

of the last month of the Bengali calendar.

watch their playful games,

listen to their sweet and low indistinct sound,

and be happy.’

My friend exclaimed,

‘I came to your house

thirsty to drink a whole cup ,

you like a crazy person replied,

today I have broken

that old plain cup!

Why are you not playing the perfect host?’

I tell ,’let’s go to the fountain,

the current is flowing according to its pleasure__

some are wide ,some narrow.

some are flowing from peak to peak,

others are hiding in the cave.

In between there are bulky stones

stopping the stream from flowing like an age old bandit,

sometimes the root of the tree

spreads its fingers like a beggar__

whom do they want to catch in the glistening water!’

The people of the committee say ,

‘this is your untied pigtail’s message__

where did the imprisoned one go?’

I replied,’you will not recognize her today;

her seven strand necklace has lost its shine,

there is no spark in her bracelets set in ruby.’

They said ,then why are we after her?

what can we get from her?’

I said ,’whatever we can  get  from the flower tree and the branches mixed together.

from the leaves we can see the colours,

we get the scent from the blowing breeze.

The open air from all sides gives a feeling of intoxication.

they are not there for you to hold in your hands,

but to know  them

without any attachment

in their  own surrounding.’