OGO NODI , APON BEGE

                                          Vichitra/80


Ogo Nodi, apon bege pagol-para.
Ami stabdha chanpar toru     gondho bhore tandra hara .

Ami soda achol thaki, gobhir chola gogpon rakhi,
amar chola nobin patae, amar chola phooler dhara.

Ogo nodi , cholar bege pagol-para,
pothe pothe bahir hoye apon-hara,

Amar chola jae na bola --- alor pane praner chola----
akash bojhe anondo taar, bojhe nishar nirob tara. 


Explanation :

The river is maddened with its force of stream 
I am a spellbound Champa tree , overburdened with fragrance, sleepless

I always stay rooted and keep my deep movements secret
My movements are my young leaves , my movements are my cascade of flowers .

The river however is mad with its flow of stream
Travelling new roads it  becomes selfless

My movements cannot be spoken of -- movement of life towards light
The sky understands my joy ,  also the silent stars of dark night


(The word  'Ogo' is a salutation for loved one .  'My dear' is closest approximation. )

Tagoresong Sokhi Bhabona Kahare Bole

                  SOKHI BHABONA KARA BOLE     
                                                      
                                                              Natya geeti /11

Sokhi , bhabona kahare bole.  Sokhi , jatona kahare bole
Tomra je bolo dibosho rojoni 'bhalobasha'  'bhalobasha'-----
Sokhi bhalobasha kare koe!   Seki keboli jatonamoe.
Seki keboli chokher jol ?   Seki keboli dukher sash?
Loke tobe kore  ki sukheri tore emon dukhero aash.

                              Amar chokheto sokoli sobhon,
Sokoli nobin , sokoli bimol,       sunil akash, shyamol kanon,
Bishod jochona,kusum komol-----        sokoli amar moto.
Tara   keboli haase, keboli gae, hasiya kheliya morite chae-----
Na jaane bedon,  na jaane rodon,  na jaane sadher jatona joto.
Phool se hasite hasite jhore,      jochona hasiya milaye jae
Hasite hasite alok sagore         akasher tara teyage kae

Amar moton sukhi ke ache .       Aae sokhi aae amar kache
Sukhi hridoyer sukher gaan       suniya toder judabe pran

Protidin jodi kandibi kebol           ekdin noe hasibi tora
Ekdin noe bishad bhuliya             sokole miliya gahibo mora..



 Explanation :

Friend  what is  contemplation
Friend  what is  pain
You all discuss day and night  'love'  'love'
Friend what is love          It is only sorrowfulness?
Is it only tears  is it only breath of sorrow
For what happiness do people then strive for love

                     In my eyes everything is decent
Everything new, everything stainless    Deep blue sky , green garden
Clear moonlight , soft flowers ------         All are like me
They   always laugh , always sing,  laughing and playing they want to die
Know no tears, no crying,        do not know mock sorrowfulness

Flowers drop down laughing, moonlight laughs and fades away
Laughing gleefully stars in the sky leave their form in ocean of light

Who is as happy as me?            Come friend come to me
Happy song of a happy heart    will sooth your soul

Everyday when you have to cry,      one day let us laugh
One day let's forget all sorrows       and sing together

(What is contemplation, what is pain
You all speak day and night of love and love
Friend what is called love?)


(Friend : Here refers to a female companion Swakha/Swakhi
as pronounced in Bengali )

TAGORE SONGS SITER HAOWAE LAGLO NACHON

SITER HAOWAE LAGLO NACHON

                     Nature/Winter/176  ( Ref: Gitobitan )


 
Siter haowae laglo nachon amlokir ai dale dale.
Pata guli sirsiriye jhoriye dilo dale dale.

     Uriye debar maton eshe  kangal tare korlo seshe,
     Tokhon tahar foler bahar roilo na aar ontorale

         Sunyo kore bhoriye dewya jahar khela
         Tari lagi roinu boshe sokol bela

Himer porosh theke theke jae bujhi oi deke deke
Sob khowabar somoe amar hobe kokhon kon sokale .

 
Explanation : 

The winter breeze brought to dance the branches of gooseberry(amla)
All the leaves shivered and started dropping from the branches .

The urge(intoxication) of flying came and robbed it all over(turned it to a pauper)
Then it's beauty of fruits could no longer stay hidden.

Reducing to zero and then filling up is His game
Have been sitting for Him the whole day
(Please note the philosophical twist in a seemingly simple nature song)

Touch of winter chill every now and then perhaps keep beckoning
When and on which morning shall my time come to loose everything?

(Here everything probably refers to ones ego and self esteem and delivering oneself to the feet of almighty)