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Saturday, May 7, 2016

Gitanjali Song No 11 - Lyrics & Translation

Lyrics

Bhajan Pujan Sadhan Aradhana
Samasta thak pore.
Ruddhodware debalayer kone
Keno achhish ore.
Andhokare lukiye apon mone
Kahare tui pujish sangopone,
Nayan mele dekh dekhi tui cheye
Debota naai ghore.

Tini gechhen jethay mati bhenge
Korchhe chasha chaash.
Pathor bhenge katchhe jethay poth
Khatchhe baromaash.
Roudra jole achhen sobar sathe
Dhula tahaar legechhe dui haate
Taari moton suchi boson chhari
Aaye re tui dhulaay pore.

Mukti? Ore mukti kothay pabi,
Mukti kothay achhe
Aponi prabhu srishtibandhon pore
Bandhaa sabar kachhe.
Rakho re dhyan, thak re fuler daali,
Chhinruk bastra, laguk dhulabali,
Karmajoge taar sathe ek hoye
Gharma poruk jhore.



ভজন পূজন সাধন আরাধনা ( গীতাঞ্জলি ১১৯)
কয়া। গোরাই, ২৭ আষাঢ়, ১৩১৭

ভজন পূজন সাধন আরাধনা 
সমস্ত থাক্‌ পড়ে। 
রুদ্ধদ্বারে দেবালয়ের কোণে 
কেন আছিস ওরে। 
অন্ধকারে লুকিয়ে আপন মনে 
কাহারে তুই পূজিস সংগোপনে, 
নয়ন মেলে দেখ দেখি তুই চেয়ে 
দেবতা নাই ঘরে। 

তিনি গেছেন যেথায় মাটি ভেঙে 
করছে চাষা চাষ-- 
পাথর ভেঙে কাটছে যেথায় পথ, 
খাটছে বারো মাস। 
রৌদ্রে জলে আছেন সবার সাথে, 
ধুলা তাঁহার লেগেছে দুই হাতে; 
তাঁরি মতন শুচি বসন ছাড়ি 
আয় রে ধুলার 'পরে। 

মুক্তি? ওরে মুক্তি কোথায় পাবি, 
মুক্তি কোথায় আছে। 
আপনি প্রভু সৃষ্টিবাঁধন 'পরে 
বাঁধা সবার কাছে 
রাখো রে ধ্যান, থাক্‌ রে ফুলের ডালি, 
ছিঁড়ুক বস্ত্র, লাগুক ধুলাবালি, 
কর্মযোগে তাঁর সাথে এক হয়ে 
ঘর্ম পড়ুক ঝরে।

Translation


Hymns, prayers, worship, meditation-
Bid them good bye
Behind the door, at temple's corner-
You're seated why? 
Alone, hiding murkily
Whom do you worship in secrecy?
Open your eyes and see-
God is not in the abbey.

Gone he is where the soil is plowed-
Where farmers grow-
To pave the roads, rocks are shattered-
The labors all year through.
In sun and rain, with all he stands-
With dust is smeared, both his hands.
Like him forsake your clothes-fancy.
And on dust welcome hey.

Salvation? Hey, where you'll find,
Where is salvation?
The lord has twined-
With all he has a union.
Leave meditation, leave the flower tray.
Let clothes be torn, let it be gray.
Unite with him in his action
Let the sweat spray.


© Translation in English by Deepankar Choudhury. 


Tagore's Translation   
Gitanjali Song No 11


LEAVE THIS chanting and singing and telling of beads! 
Whom dost thou worship in this lonely dark corner of a temple with doors all shut? Open thine eyes and see thy God is not before thee!
He is there where the tiller is tilling the hard ground 
and where the path-maker is breaking stones. 
He is with them in sun and in shower, 
and his garment is covered with dust. 
Put off thy holy mantle 
and even like him come down on the dusty soil!

Deliverance? Where is this deliverance to be found? 
Our master himself has joyfully taken upon him the bonds of creation; 
he is bound with us all for ever.
Come out of thy meditations and leave aside thy flowers and incense! 
What harm is there if thy clothes become tattered and stained? 
Meet him and stand by him in toil and in sweat of thy brow.