DP Daily Prompt: Set for Solstice

pad2014-s.png (308×60) Today’s summer solstice the longest day of the year(in the northern Hemisphere). How are you taking advantage of the extra hours of light this time of the year? Do you like it, or already miss earlier sunsets?

I do like extra hours of light, there are so many things we can do, go for a walk, enjoy the sun outdoors and warm days.

Shorter days means the  cold days and nights and the dreaded winter.

Where I live the days are too short, the sunsets at 4 pm which is too early, I really do not look forward to shorter days. It means winter is close, the snow,the cold windy days scares me. We have to put on extra layers of clothing to stay warm.

What I really like is temperate climate , not too cold in the winter and not too hot in the summer.


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Akaashpradeep Skylight by Tagore,Translation by Ranu

Light in the night (Castelldefels)

Light in the night (Castelldefels) (Photo credit: jcarlosn)

On the dark shore of the river Indus,the solitary girl

floated the boat of light and looked up in the sky.

She knows her Mother has gone to heaven__

she will row the boat of light and come towards the house.

The world has countless people,innumerable are their route,

so many strange lands and unknown hills__

in the middle, there in the small corner of a house

is it visible there lives a brother and a sister?

Their mother moves around looking for them in the dark,

roams around between the stars,loses her way in the vacant sky?

the daughter left one light__

mother would recognize that one light from far away.

She will visit them in their sleep  to give a kiss

to the two orphans lying in bed at night.

Good Morning by R. Tagore_ translated by Ranu


Sun (Photo credit: DBduo Photography)

Statue of Lord Shiva in Delhi Français : Statu...

Statue of Lord Shiva in Delhi Français : Statue de Shiva à Delhi (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Sun Pillar

Sun Pillar (Photo credit: Axiraa)

O sun your extremely bright light

has made its way through my door;

it rang like a flash of lightning on my chest

penetrating my dream.

I was wondering shall I or shall I not wake up,

are my eyes rid of the darkness,

can I open my eyes

that are still feeling sleepy.

Right at this time,from the north-east your

horn started ringing.

It is ringing louder and louder,

between the opening of the warm clouds

there were bright lights giving off heat in the sky.

Surprised I woke up

and saw the sky red.

O goddess Durga,why are you dressed like this!

why do you have a hissing serpent  on your forehead;

what kind of music is playing from your flute

on a beautiful morning like this?

Where is the enchanting cuckoo that sings on the branches?

Where are the flowers that sprout from the hidden forest?

After a long duration suddenly the dark side of the moon has cracked__

your curved sword in the dark

has sliced the buffalo in two.

The whole world is filled with pain__

droplets of blood are falling from the sky.

Some people are waking and trembling with fear,

others are terrified in their dream.

Your servants in the cemetery

are hungry in this dark night

are moistening their lips with their tongue

at intervals they are screaming.

They should be our our guests in our homes

dancing on the courtyard,

o inhabitants open all your doors,

do not hide yourselves___

whatever you have, carry them here,

you have to give all your wares.

Do not sleep any more.

Empty everything close to your heart

and fill their dishes.

O misers, what kind of love do you have

it is all false.

On our way to the rising sun,whose voice am I hearing,

‘don’t be afraid,have no fear___

those who donate from their heart

they will not, will not lose.’

O Sun god ,I am your music

tell me how will I sing my spiritual master__

in the dance of death I will mix my music with them

and play the small drum of my heart;

with heartfelt sorrow I will fill the basket

and decorate your articles of worship.

The stunning morning is here it’s here.

In the darkness of the night, Shiva

what a roaring laughter came out of him.

Those who woke up from this destruction

are extremely happy to be alive.

I will gladly give my life o giver of life

to have your acquaintance;

I have to sound your trumpet

for giving me the courage to conquer fear.

It was good this storm

it was scattered all over,

it is good to see morning

on the lap of the lion cloud__

we will celebrate the union by lighting  fire

for being able to live through the terrible storm.

surviving the night

I am ready to meet your grace

I would rather lose everything

to have the opportunity to kneel at your feet.

Another Mom by Tagore , Translation by Ranu

English: Sarada Devi, mother of Rabindranath T...

English: Sarada Devi, mother of Rabindranath Tagore Русский: Шарода Деби (Шарада Деви), мать Рабиндраната Тагора Українська: Шарода Дебі (Шарада Деві), мати Рабіндраната Тагора (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

If you were someone else’s Mom and not mine__

Do you think I would not have known you, and would not have gone to sit in your lap?

It would be so much fun__

We would have two homes ,

I would live in this village and you would live in the far off village.

This is where during the day

I would do everything and play,

at the end of the day I would go to you on the boat.

suddenly I would come from behind

I would ask ,’can you tell who it is.’

You would think, sounds familiar still I don’t know who.

Then I would jump into your lap

I would hug you and say,

‘You have to recognize me, I am your Obu.’

When you would go to the other side to get water

I would be on this side wondering if you can guess who it is.

I would take my paper boat

I would float it towards you,

If it would reach to your side would you know who it belongs to?

I did not learn to swim,

or else I would have gone myself___

I would swim from my side Mother, to your side.

Mother’s side  Obu’s side

that would be the difference, none of us

would  be able to catch each other,  we would not stay together.

We would be roaming around all day

we would see each other  far away,

in the early evening Obu and Mother will be reunited.

But  suddenly one day if Bipin the boatman

could not take you back to the other side, would you Ma,agree to stay?

I would light the earthen lamp

I would put the mat on the floor of the rooftop

You would sit on the mat and the old maid would sit near your feet___

the stars of the seven brothers would be seen in the sky,

the fox would be making its loud call from the paddy field,

Like flying shadows the bats  would be flying into the unknown.

Then Mother realizing it is late,

would you not be afraid at intervals thinking about Obu,

You would have to cross over to the place where Obu is.

Then would you be free,

would I  let you go back____

Mother would be caught from her side  and brought back to Obu’s side.

English: Paddy Field, between two mountain, Sylhet

English: Paddy Field, between two mountain, Sylhet (Photo credit: Wikipedia)