Tagore Song Sung by Lopamudra translated and posted by Ranu posted by Ranu

In Bengali the word shoi means a female friend. This word is repeated several times in the song.

The poet tells his female friend,like her he also wants to talk about his inner feeling.

He says O my friend I wish to talk about my inner feeling like you.

Sitting with your feet spread out in the corner,

you talk to each other’s ear,

sometimes you cry,sometimes laugh.

I sit and watch you!

O friend O my friend,

like you I wish to express my feeling.

O friend you have your inner feeling,

where is mine?

What am I going to say about her,

which happiness or which sorrow,

I don’t have words,I have nothing to say,

still I feel the desire to talk ceaselessly.

O friend I am surprised to think,

you have so much to talk about.

I sit alone in the evening,

with eyes full of tears,

if someone asks the reason for my tears,

I stay quiet.

O friend,O my friend,

like you I wish to express my feelings!

Poonarabartaun Born Again by Tagore Translation by ranu

Rabindranath Tagore won the Nobel prize for literature. It is the first Nobel prize won by Asia. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

If you desire my return once more

to this world of happy and sad waves on the bank of this ocean.

Float my raft again, play in the

dust,

smile and float behind the deer with tears.

walk on the thorny road once more,

Whether I live or die from the wound.

You come in disguise  and make me play again___

to resume my love for this earth once more.

DP Daily Prompt: Hi Mom posted by ranu

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My Dear Amma,

Assalam O Alaikum. How are you? Today is Mothers Day, this is the daily prompt I’m supposed to write. I am so glad I am writing to you.I always remember how hard you worked for us,we are so fortunate to have a mother like you. The days you woke up three in the morning,to prepare breakfast for us,reminds me how prompt you were.I loved waking up with you and pretend to cook ,this was a treat for me. You knew I woke up too early,You did not make me go back to bed.I still can hear you telling me stories about the prophet,and how I should be a good girl,because God would be angry with me and you,if I was unkind.He would also be unhappy with you for raising a child lacking manners. It seems it was only the other day.

I loved watching you baking pound cake,it was my favorite.I would take the empty Quaker oats tin and imitate  how you made the batter. I baked the little cake and was so proud. Abba would come and look at me ,he enjoyed watching me trying to learn how to cook. You encouraged me to do everything,you knew I wasn’t old enough,still you were happy to see me try. You taught us right from wrong,we listened to you, your friends liked us because we were not rowdy or unmannerly. You made sure when any elders called us we answered jee,this you said was the right way.

You always gave us lessons on humility. We tried to be good,there were times we did not measure up.We were gently reminded of our mistakes. When I think back,I wish I could go back to those days.Life was simple,we treated everyone as we wanted ourselves to be treated.

Thank you Amma for loving us so much. I love you with all my heart.I consider myself exceptionally lucky to have a Mom like you.

All my best wishes to you Amma,I hope you never feel embarrassed by my behaviour.

Allah Hafiz,

Affectionately yours,

Ranu