Tagore song singer Kavita Krishnamurthy posted and translated by Ranu

My dear friend

What is anxiety, what is pain,

Day and night you talk about love,

Dear friend what is love?

Is it only pain, shedding tears

and sorrowful sigh

How do people give up

Happiness for love

To me everything is pleasant

fresh, young, and clear

Deep blue sky, green forest

clear moonlight

soft and gentle flower

They are like me

they only laugh and sing

they want to enjoy life and then die

they know not pain or weeping

nor do they fancy torment

The flower laughs and withers

Moonlight smiles and disappears

The night star laughs and  sacrifices itself

in the lighted ocean

Is there anyone happy like me

Come to me my friend

your heart will calm down

when you hear my happy song

If you are destined to weep daily

why not laugh at least for one day

forget your depression

So we all can sing a happy song together!

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365 Writing Prompts: I can’t drive 55

Take the third line of the last song you heard, and make it your post title, and write for fifteen minutes, Go!

Does love mean pain and tears?

I wanted to know from my good friend about love, this is all he talks about.My question was what is love, you do not seem to be happy, yet you tell me you are in love. If it means you are going to be miserable all your life, it is not worth it, think about all the creatures on earth who are not humans, to them to love is to enjoy.

The flower in the garden blooms and looks beautiful, it keeps smiling and eventually withers and scatters when the wind blows.

The moonlight brightens up the sky and the earth, when the time comes for it to leave it happily disappears.

You see the reflection of the stars in the ocean, they  too are spreading their love but are not in pain because they have to leave.

The poet loves everything he sees, he sings with joy,he loves nature, he is never sad to see the moon disappear or the flower to wither, these are facts of life.

My friend heard all this quietly and said there is a difference, the flower,the moon,the stars, and nature, what they lack is feeling, they do not feel hurt when they wither and die.

My case is not the same as them, I feel for the person I love.If she is sad I’m sad too. We have a lot of obstacles in our path, we have parents, relatives and friends who stand in the way of our love.

We have to get their blessing which is not easy to get. We are not free like nature, Rousseau summed it up beautifully, “Man is born free, but everywhere he is in chains.”

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Tagore Song: shokhi bhabona kahare bauley Posted and translated by ranu

What is anxiety

what is suffering

You talk about  love day and night.

Does love mean pain and tears

and painful sighs?

Are you happy to surrender,

happiness for pain?

To me everything is fresh and pure

The deep blue sky, the green garden

clear moonlight and soft flowers,

Like me they laugh and they sing.

To them laughter and music

Should continue even,

When  they are dying.

They know not pain and suffering,

They do not crave for them.

A flower blooms and laughs

as it  withers.

The moonlight beams and disappears

The stars sacrifice their light

on the ocean.

Is there anyone happier than me?

Come to me my friend,

My happy heart’s song

Will relieve your pain.

Since you weep every day,

Why don’t you try to forget your pain,

Once and sing with me!

 

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nazrul song sung by ferdous ara post and translation by Ranu

Do not love me only

love my song too

Who keeps track of the bird

in the forest,

when the singing stops?

Love my song too

Who wants the moon

everyone tests the moonlight

At the end of the song

the flute lies in the

middle of dust.

You will never understand

how many lamps are burned

to give off light.

Love my song too

do not love me only.

The thorny creepers

grow from tears and

blossom into flowers.

You take the flowers

what do you give in return

in the empty vessel?

The thirsty quench their thirst

from the river water,

does anyone think how

thirsty the heart of the river is

from the pain of the ocean?

Do not love me only

love my song too.