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Writing Prompt: The Transporter

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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/

 

 

 

Tagore song “Ami Pauth Bhola Ek pothik Eshechhi” translaion and post by Ranu

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Latina: Jasminum sambac 'Arabian Nights' It is...

Latina: Jasminum sambac ‘Arabian Nights’ It is an evergreen vine or shrub, available in India. Common name: Arabian Jasmine ‘Arabian Nights’, Hindi: Bela, Telugu: Malli, Tamil: Kodi mulli, Manipuri: Jati pushpa, Bengali: Bel. Family: Oleaceae (Jasmine family). This photgrpah has been taken at Dhulagarh, Howrah. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

I am a lost traveler

visiting you.

I am evening’s jasmine dear

and morning’s Arabian jasmine

do you know me?

I know you young traveler

your colorful clothing flies in the forests.

In the month of phalgun,

you are an impatient fire,

In the night of the month of chaitra,

you are aloof.

We are floating towards you

Who is calling this homeless

crazy person,

in a humming tune,

when I roam around in the forest?

I the mango bud called you.

I dreamed of you before I saw you,

I loved you without knowing you.

When the day is done,

and I am finished playing in the heated sand,

ready to go on the road,

who will take the fallen flowers in the chariot?

I the creeper will take it.

When the dry leaves scatter,

at the sound of music,

who will be left?

I will  stay and be sad,

O the indifferent traveler,

the beautiful spring ,

will erase the pain of separation.

I the crazy traveler will laugh.

I am a lost traveler,

visiting you.