January 23, 2016

A Stream Of Joy

This had been a wonderful week for me in terms of revisiting Tagore!

A couple of weeks back, I had this request to translate a song by Tagore from a local didi - Bengali for sister. Before sharing my translation with her, I sought feedback from friends and family whose opinion matters to me. And some wonderful discussions emerged.

I got to hear from a young scholar about his view on Tagore. More about that in a later post.

Then I got to discuss with my baba [Bengali for father.] I fondly remember reading his copy of Chinnapatra [A book that had assorted letters of Tagore] during my school days. My dad, in his beautiful handwriting, had written, during his college days, on the margins of each letter references to Tagore's poems and other works making it an interesting reference book.

During one such exchange, a dear friend (more like a younger brother) Sid Chattopadhyay - an extremely talented musician [Listen to his album Jolchobi at Amazon Digital Music] requested me to translate his favorite "Aanondo dhara bohichey bhuboney." And I thought of giving it a try.

Below is my humble attempt. Comments are always appreciated!

A Stream of Joy

A stream of joy flows through the universe,
day and night, into infinite sky spills over much nectar.
That sun and moon drink with cupped palms -
ever bright their unfailing light -
replete earth each day with life and rays.
Why do you sit absent-minded?
Self-engrossed for what reason?
Look around broadening thy heart,
ignoring all little sorrows
fill up your empty life with love.


San Jose, CA
January 23, 2016



January 14, 2016

My Beloved's Shadow

My translation of a song by Rabindranath Tagore (from his Nature/Monsoon phase written in 1938.)

My beloved's shadow
Alas, today in the sky floats!
Alas, in the dreary rain-soaked air.

My beloved between the clouds
Hiding in the evening star beholds whom,
Alas, elided light of the evening lamp she recalls.

With the rain-dripped forest-fragrance
Touch-less welcome-garland weaves my beloved.

My beloved in dense monsoon-pour
All over the sky loses her mind.
My beloved's anchal swings
Alas, in the deep forest's dark outbursts.

San Jose, USA
January 14, 2016


Below is the original song in Bengali script.





September 22, 2015

Waiting for you

Waiting for you
      through the coming and going
          of the sun and the seasons,
          of the moon and the monsoons,
I got scorched, I got drenched.

But only through transitions like these -
      between hope and helplessness,
      between longing and letting go
I realize that feelings of yours evaporated
     long before the last teardrops
           of mine.

Waiting for you
       the vast galaxy of time spins past me!
Waiting for you
      my soul, chained by destiny's gravity
           on a geostationary orbit,
  can neither come close nor break free.

Yet,
the chasm between us deep and wide,
the night we sleep through long and immense.
I burn like a wasp
       drawn towards the ominous pyre.
I smither like an unfortunate meteor
       entering the earth's atmosphere.
Just waiting for you!











September 13, 2015

I have left the stage

When the last curtain fell
There maybe no standing ovation,
No 'bravo', 'bravo' from the crowd.
There may be no press coverage,
No critics toiling for a new praise-word.
But why do I care?
I have left the stage!

When I deliver my last soliloquy
There maybe no moistened eyes,
No lump in my co-actors' throat.
Maybe no void felt in the theatre
A parting script nobody wrote.
But why do I care?
I have left the stage!

Years from the last curtain call -
There maybe no evidence of my existence,
No historian mining the net for a clue.
There still will be drama on this stage
even if no exhibition of styles I knew -
But why do I care?
I have left the stage!

When I leave this stage with
no accolades perhaps to show
Whether I played my part right
Whether I carried my roles
Without a stage fright!
But why do I care?
This be my prize that
I've touched lives by the time
I have left the stage!

Carry on

Dream not if thee fear the nightmare
Venture not lest you embrace failure
Dare not leave the harbor for the sea
If you care not to know if you are free.

Love may hurt you, give you a scorn --
Can you feel a rose and not its thorn?
Flights of despair erupt into a joyful song,
darkness of anxiety gives in to new dawn

Dark clouds may hover over thy story
Be in the light, in virtue there's glory!
Withstand you must this immense pressure
Only then you will find your true measure.