Oct 30, 2009

Fearful one, why grope in fear

ওরে ভীরু তোমার হাতে নাই ভুবনের ভার

Fearful one, why grope in fear?
The helmsman is at the boat
The world is not yours alone to bear
The ship is still afloat.

If the tempest tears and trills
Why do you need a sheath?
Watch the waves dance up high,
Break the plaintive myth.

As the night grows dense and dark
Your hopes do need to bode.
If inky be the sea tonight
The helmsman is at the boat.

You watch the westward storm unleash
The clouds dark and deep,
But the east delights in fresher skies
With starry blink and peep.

Your friends are yours for certain
But can you shield the woes?
There’s no guard against the change
No care that keeps the foes.

Let the tempest strike your soul
Let go of timid roads.
Let cries resound loud and bold
The helmsman is at the boat.



(Another version by Rumela Sengupta)

O faint of heart, rest assured
It is not on you to bear
The earth upon your shoulder
One there is to steer the oars
He will guide the boat to shores

What is it that you can do
If arises a tempest
Look upon the play of waves
To brood it is of no use
Let it come the night so deep
So be it if dark it gets
One there is to steer the oars
He will guide the boat to shores

If clouds darken the western sky
Look in joy to the sky in the east
Dazzling with a show of stars
Friends who are your dearest ones
Can you be their shelter safe?
Storms will buffet, hearts will quake
Arise will cries of despair
One there is to steer the oars
He will guide the boat to shores

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