Blogging 101, Day Four: Identify Your Audience,

Today’s assignment: Publish a post you’d like your ideal audience member to read and include a new-to-you element in it.

Posted and translated by Ranu.

 

It is evening oh my dear mother

It’s evening hold me

In this deep darkness

Let your tenderness

Drown and cool me

It’s evening oh my dear mother

Take it back, take it back

Everything is lost somewhere

Let this scattered life

Gather in your darkness

It’s evening oh dear mother

Let not my life be visible

Anywhere outside you

Let your night unite

My life’s beam of light

Surround me and kiss me

Only you, only you

Take whatever is on my mind

Oh mother and make it yours

And carry it away!

This song and its translation is for all my friends, bloggers and others to listen and enjoy the work of a genius from Bengal, i.e. Rabindranath Tagore.

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Tagore song: keno jamini na jete jagalena posted and translated by Ranu

Why did you not awaken me?

Before the night ended.

My shame incapacitates my legs

To walk on this path.

Sick at heart the flower is

Clinging to life while withering.

Why did you not awaken me?

Before the night ended.

The lamp is relieved, it’s job

Is done as it is extinguished

By the dawn’s breeze.

The moonlight prays for shelter

At the corner of the sky.

The bird announces daybreak

The bride walks gingerly

With her pail to fetch water.

I anxiously cover my hair

While I wonder how will I

Walk in such a state in the

Middle of this path.

Why did you not awaken me?

Before the night ended!

 

 

: https://sabethville.wordpress.com/2015/01/09/tagore-song-ke…jete-jagalaena/

 

DP Daily Prompts: Under the Snow

You were caught in an avalanche.To be rescued, you need to make it through the night. What thought(s) would give the strength to go through such a scary, dangerous situation?

The thought of getting caught in an avalanche is dreadful. If it ever happens, although I hope it never does.

My thoughts will be about all the different prayers I have learned to get out of dangerous situations. I’d be repeating those all night and will ask God to forgive me and will promise I’d be more caring towards all my friends, family and neighbors, if I am rescued alive.

I know prayer always helps, in my mind there is  nothing else better than prayer.

https://sabethville.wordpress.com/2014/11/29/dp-daily-prompts-2/

 

 

DP Daily Prompt: Wasted days and wasted nights

Tell us your tried and true techniques for focusing when that deadline looms and you need to get work done, how do you avoid wasted days and wasted nights?

Actually I tend to leave things  to be done a few days before the deadline. It’s a very stressful time for me. I am not a night person, so I depend on the daytime. I get up early and start doing the work I neglected to do all week. This means I don’t cook,don’t clean up, as far as food goes I always have leftovers and I don’t mind eating them to save time, thank God someone invented the micro wave oven,things get heated in a jiffy.

As far as cleaning goes I conveniently leave it until I complete the work to meet the deadline. I tell myself I hope no one visits me these few days, because I don’t like the label,”She is a messy housewife”.

This is how I take care of the deadline,not a great thing to do I guess, as long as the work is done and I have successfully completed it, ‘I’m as happy as a lark.”

http://dailypost.wordpress.com/2014/04/08/prompt-wasted-days/

Writing Prompt: Stranded

You’re stranded in a foreign city for a day with no money no friends,Where do you go; What do you do?

If I am stranded in a foreign city with no money and no friends for a day,here is what I plan to do, first I’ll walk around the city,it doesn’t cost anything to walk,I’d find someone who speaks my language,if there is no one, I’d continue walking and find some sort of eatery or restaurant, walk in confidently and look for the owner.

When I find him/her I’ll start a conversation, inform him/her where I come from , give a detailed description of the place, the people and what they do for their living, I will talk about everything that makes my home attractive,I’ll drag on with the conversation until it’s lunch time, when his maid calls him for lunch, I’d inquire what sort of food they eat, their favorite food, how they cook it,by this time I am hoping the owner will get interested to hear about foods I like, suddenly the man is interrupted again to have lunch, since I am there he’d feel uncomfortable eating alone, to be polite he’ll invite me for lunch, after lunch I’d thank him and will tell him about some of the delicious food I can cook.

The owner will show interest and will ask me if I could cook some of the foods I talked about. I’d agree to cook and ask him to get the ingredients for me. I’d spend most of the day cooking.

Out of courtesy the man’s wife will invite me for dinner,after dinner, the owner will surely ask the name of my hotel,so he could drop me off. This is when I’d open up about my bad luck. I’d tell him I’ve lost everything, I don’t have money or friends, so I’d have to spend the night sleeping under a tree. I am hoping I’ll be invited to be their guest for the night.

https://sabethville.wordpress.com/2014/03/22/writing-prompt-stranded/

Tagore song: tumi ele Translated by Ranu

Your visit feels as if

rain  has come after

A long time.

Your visit reminded me

of all kinds of confused thoughts.

Do you remember you

asked me  a question

A long time ago?

You my dear came yourself

And answered it.

It seems  daylight came

Quietly  at the end of night.

Daylight has come

For me today.

Will you sit close to me

I have lots to tell you?

Can you spare some time

for me ?

Suddenly my darkness turned

into night

without my knowledge.

I cannot not understand

And do not know how

to tell you

In the middle of your

work you suddenly

have time off.

Your visit feels

as if rain has come

after a long time!

Megh bolechhe jabo(Cloud said,I will go) Tagore song Translated and posted by Ranu

Cloud said: ‘I will go ,I will go’ .

Night said:’I am leaving.’

Ocean said: ‘the shore

is found,

I am not needed anymore.’

Cloud said: ‘I will go I will go.’

Sorrow says:’I stay quiet,

and remain as a symbol.’

I said: ‘I unite,I do not

want anything else.’

Earth says: ‘you have

wreath of flowers.’

Sky says: ‘you light

hundred thousand lights!’

Love says: ‘for you I stay

awake age after age.’

Death says: I

steer your lifeboat!’

 

Tagore song,(amaar raat pohalo)My night has ended translated and posted by Ranu post by ranu

My night has ended,

on this Autumn morning

my night has ended.

O flute, who can I leave you with

my night has ended.

A sound rang in your chest

announcing the parting.

so many seasons,mornings

have gone by,

now my night has ended.

The words that remained  secret

in my heart,

you stole them in your songs.

That time has ended

like the stars at night.

It is time to end this journey

like the withered flowers.

My night has ended ,

on this Autumn morning!

Tagore song sung by Deb Biswas Posted and translated by Ranu

On this moonlit night,

everyone has gone to the woods.

On this crazy windy spring,

they have gone to the woods.

I will not go my dear,I will not go,

I will remain in this house,

all alone.

I will stay in my corner,

I will not go out in this crazy windy spring.

My house has to be washed and mopped,

very carefully by me.

I will have to stay awake,

who knows when he will come,

if he remembers me.

on this moonlit night,

I will not go out to the woods,

on this crazy windy spring.

I will not go out on this moonlit night.

Nazrul Geeti ,on a rainy night post and translation by Ranu

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

If on a rainy night

you remember me,

there is a storm outside

and tears in your eyes.

Erase my name from your memory,

just like a dream of one night.

The garland you strung together

throw it on the street.

The eastern wind will blow,

in the remote deep forest.

You will be alone,

looking from the window.

The lonely cuckoo will sing

on the branch of the tree.

From the bank of the Jumna,

You will hear someone calling.

The flash of lightning,

will look for you my dear.

Cover your eyes with both hands,

if it is filled with tears.

Singer— Ferdous Ara Bangladesh,Lyrics by Kazi Nazrul Islam( poet of Bengal)