I have seen you from afar…vocalist, Hemantha Mukherjee. A devotional not song about coming home to riches or great belief.

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Aami dhur hothae tomarai dhekhechi, I have seen you from afar aar mughdhoyae chokhae chayae thekechi and gloried in you. Baajae kinkini rini jhini thomarae jae chini chini, the bells sounding allow for your recognition, monae monae kotho chobi aaekechi, and I joyfully painted pictures of you in my heart. Chilo bhaabae bhora dhuti aakhi chonchol, when my eyes brightenedwith deep thought, thumi bathashae urale bhiru onchol, you scattered this world far and wide, koyi rupaer madhuri mor shonchayae rekhechi, and thus, I have to hide you within my soul. Kosthuri mridhotho megh the perfumed filled road foretell an enlightened law, jaano kosthuri, those perfumed waves aapon ghondho dhaelae aeyi hridoyae chuuae gaele, and after fulfilling our hearts with its fragrance, you left.  Shemayarae aaponarae dekechi, thus, it is in stealth that I hide from your face. Koi kopolae dhekhechi laal podhho, therefore it is with you have I found my rosy future, jaano dhol maelae phutae jayae shothho, because in droves the truth beckons all around me. Maelae aamar, in such a mix, bhromor gunjonae thomarae dhekaechi I see you as the future again ….

Ranjish hi Sahi ghazal, Ahmad Faraz, Vocalist, Rafaqat Ali Khan. Jashn-e-Rekhta, Celebration of Urdu. 2016

Ranjish hi sahi dil hi dukhaane liye aa. Sorrow come to fill my broken heart. Aa phir se mujhe mujhe chod ke jaane liye aa. Come to take me away with you. Ab tak dil-e-khush_feham ko tujh se hain ummeedain, heart’s happiness has seen its completion and yet you sorrow remain vigilant. Ye aakhari shammain bhi bujhaane liye aa. Please come to put to rest the final vestiges of life. Ek umr se hun lazzat-e-giryaa se bhi mehruum, I have reached an age where shame has become the cause of my life, thus, I reach for you sorrow to fill my empty heart. Aye raahat-e-jaan mujh ko rulaane liye aa. Cruelly, sorrow appear even it is to make me weep again and again. Kuchh tho meri pindaar-e-mohabbat ka bharam rakh. Show a little respect to my love for you. Thu bhi to kabhi mujh ko manaane ke liye aa, Grief come to manage me in my brokeness. Come, so that I can leave my sorrows behind. Mana ke muhabbat ka chupana hain muhabbat, chupke se kisi roz chatha ne ke liya aa, love can be renewed thus do not hide it within yourself. Secretly, someday come to speak with me. Jaise jaise jaise tum aathe hain na ane ke bahane. Just like you arrive pretending not to, aaise hai kisi roz na jane ke liye aa, similarly do not sell the path you have shown. Aa phir se mujhe mujhe chod ke jaane liye aa. Come to take me away with you. Ranjish hi sahi dil hi dukhaane ke liye aa. Sorrow come to fill my broken heart.

 

 

 

Conan Doyle’s The Story of Mr. George Edelji (1907, expanded re-issue in 1985).

The story of a black reverend pastor in 19th century England. Dramatized by the BBC in their seminal series Great Wyrley – The ‘Great Wyrley Outrages’ A true case of a wrongful conviction of a pastor’s son because of his race and religion.

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Also featured in Arthur Conan Doyle’s novella, “His Last Bow.”


 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Shondha malothi jobae when evening met the arrangement of clouds, blossoms appeared.

Shondha malothi jobae when evening meets the arrangement of clouds phulo bonae jhurae blossoms cover the earth and all of its inhabitants.  Kae aashi bajalae bashi bhoirobee shurae, Who comes with a melodious flute playing the raag bhairavi (morning)? Shajer purno chaandae oruno bhabhiya, the dressed up moon believes it is born again. Papiya probhathi shurae uthilo gahiya , the songbird wakes up singing pleasingly. Bhorer komol bhaebae, believing it to be morning its yearning shaajer shapla phulae, descends on the bejewelled Shapla flower.  Kunjore bhromor dhurae dhurae, In the gardens, the bumble bee spreads the Shapla flower’s scent far and wide. Shaajer shopna kunjonae, with pregnant dreams bikaler shaadher dhaka, the evening orders what must be fulfilled chilo bono bhumi, the safety of our homes among forests.  Shokaler mollika phutailae thumi,  You who have raised  morning’s plume rangilo shaadh rongae of bright red ghodhuli logono, brought about auspicious times shonaalae  ashaar bani of hope’s story biroho bidhurae for the forlorn everywhere.

Niratata Dhanga, Kathak Bhajan about Krishna and his Virtues. Dancers, Disciples of Prerana Deshpande.

Self immolation as a practice for women in the 13th century. Has anything changed today?? Padmavati Climax and Jauhar (collective suicide) to defeat in order to end certain crime, rape.

Dances of Olga Meos at the Tribal Festival in Belarus 2017; “The Ottoman Empire.” Alina Zagitova. Olympic gold medalist ice-skating free style performance. The Winter games of PyeongChang, 2018.