জানি নে কোথায় জাগো Jaanine kothai jaabo I don’t know where I will goওগো বন্ধু পরবাসী– ogo bondhu porobashi, friend abroadকোন্‌ নিভৃত বাতায়নে kaun nibhritho bathayone. Which way shall I travel? Only the beloved knows. Malothi lotha dhole, when autumn leaves sway. Song by Rabindranath Tagore. Vocalist, Rezwana Choudhury,

malotilothaOi malothi lotha dhole, the autumn’s leaves sway in the lap of young love. Piyalo thoruno kole,  pubh haathe, taking the East into their hands, malothi lotha dhole the splendored leaves have conquered all. Mor hridoye laage dhola aaa, And my heart sways phireya apono bhola, remembering in oneself what was forgotten. Mor bhabona kothai dhara, where do these thoughts lead?  Meghere mothon jai chole, as they disappear like clouds. Oi Malothi lotha dhole piyalo thoruno kole, the color splashed leaves of autumn sway in the lap of young love.  Jaanine kothai jaabo, I don’t know where I will go, Ogo bondhu porobashi, can you advice me distant friend? Koun nibritho bathayone, from where will these travels begin?  Shae tha nishithero jolo bhora konthe, wherever water laden paths part.  Koun birohi nirubani, what bride is this that has no words? Thomare ki chaay bole, because it wants the beloved.  Oi malothi latha dhole. The autumn’s leaves sway in the lap of young love. 

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Dhe thora amay, deliver me beloved. Song by Rabindranath Tagore, Nobel Laureate. Jayati Chakravorty, vocalist. Raag Bhairavi.

Lady of Shalott

Lady of Shalott censored.

The speech of the Lord.

The speech of the Lord.

Dhē thōrā āmāẏ nūthono korē dhē nūthono ābhoroṇē..Hēmonthēro obhishompāthē riktho kiñchono kānonobhūmi,Boshonthē hōk dain’yabimōchono nobo lāboṇyodhonē. Śhūn’yo śhokhā lojjā bhulē jāk pollobo-ābhoroṇē..Bājuk prēmer māẏāmonthrē Pulokitho prāṇēro bīṇājonthrē Chiroshundorē obhibondona. Ānondhochoñcholo nr̥thyo oṅgē oṅgē bohē jak hillōlē hillōlē, Joubono pākh shom’man bañchithoshom’milonē. Dhe thora amay nuthono kore dhe nuthono abhorone.

Deliver me today in your might.  Autumn insulted is envious of spring whose glory undiminished covers the earth. Listen my friend forget your shame. Fill life with purpose. Hear the songs that re-create love’s belief.  They fill the soul that is always beautiful, holy which the dancing waves bathe. The youth gathers bounty in front of the world. Deliver me today in your might.

Sabarmati Ashram. MK Gandhi.

Sabarmathi Ashram. MK Gandhi.