Tagore Song, posted and translated by Ranu

O The Good Old Days
Alas how can one forget the
good old days of yester year
It’s all about seeing each other
Recalling the things that made us happy
we picked flowers early morning
How can we forget the
Sitting on the swing,
swaying under the flowery tree
There came a time when we were separated
We had no idea where we were
One more time dear friend
Come again
we’ll talk about sad and happy days
It will give us happiness all over again
Let us recall the memories of the good old days
to soothe our hearts!
🙂

Daily Prompt : Forlorn

In response to prompt : Forlorn

She looked at the neglected home, its windows were dirty, the broken doors; it seemed no one entered this home, it looked forlorn and miserable.

Despite its appearance she saw something that pulled her like a magnet. Suddenly she made up her mind to buy it and change its look.

When she called the real estate agent about buying the house. The agent almost had a heartache, ‘you’re not serious are you?’

She smiled and replied, ‘I am serious, I’ve seen it from outside,  I’d like to renovate and change its appearance, so that no one will think of it as a forlorn and wretched home!’

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Writing 101, Day Three: One Word Inspiration

Hope

Regret

Home

Choice

Abundance

Secret

Select one word in this list that speaks to you in some way. Have you always wanted to write about that one decision that changed your life? Are you a long term traveler looking for the right city to settle?

While tidying up my drawers, I was thinking about the Six prompts given to us today. We are supposed to choose one out of these six prompts.

Before going to bed last night,none of them were speaking to me. I was a bit disappointed thinking I may not be able to do this assignment.

When I finally went to bed, I made sure; I will not think of them; I knew if I did I’ll be up all night.

This morning after breakfast, I felt like fixing the clothes in my drawers; believe it or not the word ‘Abundance’ spoke to me, “Why don’t you write about me?”

“You”? I replied,”What can I write about you?”

Immediately, I went back to my childhood; One day I was washing my dress; I  felt very sad thinking,”why do I have to wash this dress after school daily; so I can wear it next day.”

The thought made me cry, my Dad always paid attention about me; what was I doing;why was I crying?He said out loud, “why is Ranu crying ,what’s wrong?”

My big sister yelled out, “nothing’s wrong Dad, she always cries without any reason!”

Dad said, “I don’t believe it, there must be something.”

He called me and asked, “Ma Ranu why are you crying?”

I said, “Dad, I only have one dress for school, I have to wash it everyday!”

My Dad was shocked,he called my mother,he asked, “Did you know Ranu has only one dress for school?”

Before my mom could reply, he said, “I want you to buy some material for her, give it to the tailor to get a dress stitched for her immediately!”

My mom bought the fabric to get a dress made for me.

The memory of that dress and my unhappiness came flooding in my mind. That day I never knew what is ,”Abundance,” perhaps my mind told me, ‘you should be happy with less.’

Today I look around in my room and tell myself, “this is Abundance.” I see clothes everywhere, I have a hard time finding space to put them away.

The fact that I cried for lack of clothes, must have reached heaven; God must have written in His favorite book; “I will never let her cry for lack of clothes,I will give her more than enough.”

I remember one of our dearest friend commented once, “Chaman you have so many saris; you will have to live a hundred years to wear them all!”

……………………………. 🙂

Tagore song posted and translated by Ranu

 

হৃদয়ের এ কূল, ও কূল, দু কূল ভেসে যায়, হায় shajoni  uthale noyon bari: Alas my dear both sides of my heart is drowning,my eyes are swollen with water

যে দিকে চেয়ে দেখি ওগো সখী,   :Wherever I look dear friend
কিছু আর চিনিতে না পারি।।: I cannot recognize anything
পরানে পড়িয়াছে টান, ভরা নদীতে আসে বান, My heart feels a pull, the swollen river will be over-flooded
আজিকে কী ঘোর তুফান সজনি গো,: It’s such a terrible storm, my dear
বাঁধ আর বাঁধিতে নারি।। it’s not possible to keep the enclosure
কেন এমন হল গো, আমার এই নবযৌবনে।: Why did such a thing happen in my youth
সহসা কী বহিল কোথাকার কোন্‌ পবনে।: Suddenly which wind blew what
হৃদয় আপনি উদাস, মরমে কিসের হুতাশ- I am sad, why am I hopeless
জানি না কী বাসনা, কী বেদনা গো-: I know not what I am longing for, what is aching my heart,my dear friend
কেমনে আপনা নিবারি।। How will I check it

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k: https://sabethville.wordpress.com/2015/04/04/tagore-song-po…ated-by-ranu-7

Muhammad Rafi song posted and translated by Ranu

This is a favorite song of mine sung by Bollywood playback singer Muhammad Rafi.

Whenever my heart is sad

who knows who is near me

When my lips silently speak

my breathing is swift

when my eyes feel the sounds

my sighs burn my breathing

I imagine pictures of you

passing me by

When I   look in the mirror

it seems to ask me an innocent question

I did not promise anything

but why do I look out for you

when I am at peace without any reason

Why is my heart restless?

 

 

https://sabethville.wordpress.com/2014/10/22/muhammad-rafi-…slated-by-ranu/

DP Daily Prompt: Frame of Mind

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If you could paint your current mood onto a canvass, what would that painting look like? What would it depict?

My current mood  what I’ll call is “Fuzzy”, on a canvass right now the painting will not please anyone’s eyes, if it was for sale,  the would be customers are more than likely going to  stay away and view other paintings.

My mood is all over the place, I turned on the computer, barely five minutes passed and there was a skeleton in front of me,informing me the internet connection has checked out.

What will I do I was thinking then it occurred to me my daughter’s instruction was to go upstairs in her room, disconnect the modem and count fifteen times the word “Mississippi”, I went up sat on her bed did as I was told.

Now I am in my room,I turned on the computer, right now it’s working, how long I can’t tell. Do I want to see that skeleton, you can bet I don’t, do I have a choice, obviously no?

I am writing and thinking am I lucky enough to get this done, it depends if the stars are aligned as they should?

The painting is not going to be worthy enough to be displayed in an exhibition, it will show a sad,unhappy,irritable person on the canvass, when these things are assimilated into one it’ll look absolutely hideous!

https://sabethville.wordpress.com/2014/07/10/dp-daily-prompt-frame-of-mind/

Writing Prompt: The Transporter

 

Tell us about a sensation— a taste, smell, a piece of music that transports you back to childhood.

This is the song that takes me back to my childhood. It is a song by Tagore, the singer is Hemant Kumar and translated by me,Ranu.

I am a lost traveler

I am evening’s jasmine

Morning’s Arabian jasmine

Do you recognize me?

I am a lost traveler

I came to see you

 

I recognize you

Young traveler

Your colorful clothes

fly from forest to forest!

You are Spring

mornings restless light

chaitra night’s

unconcerned traveler

we are floating your way!

 

I am a lost traveler

Who is calling

this crazy homeless man

In a sad tune

when he plays his

flute and roams around?

 

Oh indifferent man

I am calling you

I am  mango blossom

Before I saw you

My eyes dreamed of you

And pained me

I loved you before

I recognized you!

 

 

I am a lost traveler

When the day is done

I am finished playing

I will go on the heated

And dusty road

On the chariot of flowers

Who will be with me?

 

 

I will stay with you

Oh indifferent traveler

I am the sad gratuity!

 

At late night of Spring

the thought of

Farewell gives me hidden pain

I weep a flood of tears

I am a lost traveler

I came to see you!

https://sabethville.wordpress.com/2014/04/04/365-days-april 4th-the transporter/

 

 

 

DP Daily Prompt: Moments to Remember

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What are three most memorable moments….good or bad,happy or sad…in your life?Go

I had more than three memorable moments, the three that I consider happy are: 1. the birth of my first daughter, I remember running to see her in her cot,every time she cried. My husband took pictures of her whenever he saw her in a different pose. She didn’t know what we were doing,but looking at the pictures gave me so much joy.  I bought any cute dress I saw, she wasn’t too thrilled to be changed each time we bought a  new dress. I liked to dress her up for my pleasure.

The second moment of happiness was when I was awarded the scholarship to go to London, it was one dream I wanted to come true and it did.

Third one was  one that I never thought of for a long time, but I only knew two lines of Iqbal’s poetry and wanted to learn about him more,the opportunity came unexpectedly  I was very thankful and will continue to do so.

Sad was watching my father dying and I didn’t know it was permanent.

Second, when our cat JD died.

Third when we had to sell our beautiful house, because we were leaving that town.

There are many others happy and sad moments,these were the ones I wanted to share.

http://dailypost.wordpress.com/2014/03/25/prompt-moments-to-remember/

 

Tagore song Happy Days

English: Photo of Rabindranath Tagore, taken i...

English: Photo of Rabindranath Tagore, taken in 1905 or 1906 by the poet and artist Sukumar Ray, father of Satyajit Ray (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

I translated a lot of poems and lyrics of Tagore’s songs. I now feel  when it is translated into another language, we lose the meaning of the thoughts the poet is trying to convey.   With this in my mind, I am taking a different approach; so that my interested bloggers will understand the thoughts and feelings of the poet.

The poet misses his happy days,he misses his friends and the bond he had with his relatives.  He misses the days when he was with his family and friends the bond that he shared. Sure they were not always happy moments, there were sad ones too. But one thing was certain the pain and the laughter was shared equally.

He always hoped  the songs that came from his heart  will bring joy to others. He felt he was not alone.

All those hopes have disappeared.  His golden days are only memories of the past. He dreams the people are still surrounding him and  crowding his broken home.

He cannot believe the pain in his heart is unreal.  He cannot believe his thoughts are like shadows of birds flying above him. It breaks his heart at the thought that his wonderful days are over.

দিনগুলি মোর সোনার খাঁচায় রইল না-

সেই-যে আমার নানা রঙের দিনগুলি।

কান্নাহাসির বাঁধন তারা সইল না-
সেই-যে আমার নানা রঙের দিনগুলি।।
আমার প্রাণের গানের ভাষা
শিখবে তারা ছিল আশা-
উড়ে গেল, সকল কথা কইল না-
সেই-যে আমার নানা রঙের দিনগুলি।।
স্বপন দেখি, যেন তারা কার আশে
ফেরে আমার ভাঙা খাঁচার চার পাশে-
সেই-যে আমার নানা রঙের দিনগুলি।।
এত বেদন হয় কি ফাঁকি।
ওরা কি সব ছায়ার পাখি।
আকাশ-পারে কিছুই কি গো বইল না-
সেই-যে আমার নানা রঙের দিনগুলি।।

DP Daily Prompt: Wall to Wall Post by Ranu

My wall in the bedroom depicts our bygone days,

our looks,  happy and sad,

happy that we are still young and lots to look for ,

my wall reminds me about my pictures on the wall,

my youngest hungry and unhappy,

I couldn’t instantly give her food.

To her that’s what life meant,eating and playing,

not sitting in front of a camera waiting to

be photographed by an unknown.

How did I feel,embarrassed I couldn’t find

anything to satisfy a two year old ,

who didn’t understand the meaning of

person,place or thing.

There they are from young to grown up,

perhaps they may not remember those days,

to me those were the days when we were happy,

we were together.

I look at those pictures and think about the days

when we could spend time together.

Now they are only memories of days gone by,

still priceless!