We roam, with your plaintive.. song..

দেশে দেশে ভ্রমি তব দুখ গান গাহিয়ে
(deshe deshe bhrami taba)

We roam, with your plaintive.. song..
Cities.. spaces, woods.. we walk..
Weeping.. people weep.. along
Heartache.. softens.. the icy-rock..

Thousand-hearts.. come aflame..
Thousand-voices.. are flaming teardrops..
the eyes blazing.. thunder booms..
People.. are dumbstruck.. with fear..

I've no brother.. or kindred.. soul..
You alone.. I hold as near..
You're my Mother..and Father too..
All my world.. I find so dear..

When you cry, I weep.. with you..
Can make others.. as tearful, too..
I live.. die.. gladly so..
To lay.. my life.. down.. for you..

         
(23.03.2018)

Who turns her face in tears?

কে এসে যায় ফিরে ফিরে  আকুল নয়ননীরে
Ke ese jay phire phire akulo noyon neere (audio)

Who turns her face in tears?
Whose gaze has longing dreams?
We dash her hopes with fears
My mother she is, it seems.

Whose words resound so sweet
But then we do not heed?
We ducked her living speech,
My mother she is, indeed.

Wo held us in her love
But now she is bygone?
Forgotten by her son
She is Mother, everyone.

Who lived in a humble hut?
Who fed us sacred grace?
We forgot her kindness, but
She is Mother, in her place.

Translated by Anandamayee Majumdar
23.03.2018

কে এসে যায় ফিরে ফিরে  আকুল নয়ননীরে ।
             কে বৃথা আশাভরে  চাহিছে মুখ’পরে ।
                   সে যে আমার জননী রে ।।

             কাহার সুধাময়ী বাণী  মিলায় অনাদর মানি !
             কাহার ভাষা হায়  ভুলিতে সবে চায় ।
                   সে যে আমার জননী রে ।।

             ক্ষণেক স্নেহ-কোল ছাড়ি  চিনিতে আর নাহি পারি ।
             আপন সন্তান  করিছে অপমান—
                   সে যে আমার জননী রে ।।

             পুণ্য কুটিরে বিষণ্ণ  কে বসি সাজাইয়া অন্ন ।
             সে স্নেহ-উপচার  রুচে না মুখে আর ।
                   সে যে আমার জননী রে ।।

I sit alone at the pier unmindful

ঘাটে বসে আছি আনমনা
ghaate boshe aachhi aanmona

I sit alone at the pier unmindful
Time and tide pass me by
I will not set sail in the winds
That do not take me towards you

The day goes by, the sun goes down
In the darkness of the night
A hundred fears shroud the ten directions
I have not found a place to call home
Yet my heart is restless to set out
I do not know the way to where the pole star shines

I have rowed my boat for such a long way
So many a time on the brink of being sunk
That I have lost hope on the course I sail

My boat is tethered to the shore with countless ropes
When will you untie them, I so want to set afloat
When will the all-embracing winds from the wide unknown
Caress and soothe my burning need
When will I hear in a roaring rumble
The melody from across the oceans