Nazrul’s lyricsof Mor Ghumogore Elo Monohor (In my sleep, came the one who won my heart) have been translated from Bengali by Professor Fakrul Alam.
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Enchanting one, I was deep asleep when you came I saluted you then, reverentially, again and again. In Sravan’s monsoonal cloud, the great Dancer danced Torrentially. From up above, you caressed my eyes softly Possessed by the touch of the beauteous, charming one, My whole body bloomed. For you, my Lord, I filled my tray with flowers blooming in my garden. But alas, and what a shame, you wouldn’t take any! What you did was undo my bun and take from it a flower. How could you leave for what I said in my dream? Now that I’m fully awake, I weep and weep and keep calling you— Oh dear, dear one!
Born in united Bengal, long before the Partition, Kazi Nazrul Islam(1899-1976) was known as the Bidrohi Kobi, or “rebel poet”. Nazrul is now regarded as the national poet of Bangladesh though he continues a revered name in the Indian subcontinent. In addition to his prose and poetry, Nazrul wrote about 4000 songs.
Kazi Nazrul Islam died in the same month as his friend and mentor Tagore, only it was a different date and year (August 29th, 1976). This poem. written after the death of Tagore, has been translated by Professor Fakrul Alam, who adds: “ The Bengali title of the poem, ‘Rabi-Hara‘, of course, puns on the fact that ‘rabi‘—the first part of Rabindranath Tagore’s name means the sun. To lose him, then, is to become ‘robi-hara‘ or ‘sunless’. The poem was written by Nazrul soon after Rabindranath’s death and read out by the poet himself on All India Radio, Calcutta (Kolkata).”
SUNLESS 2
The afternoon sun sags, collapsing on the roadway. Sravan’s dark clouds swarm in, Darkening the day, And shrouding the sky, Since you, Bengal’s heart, India’s bard, and the world’s sun, Have passed away! Did you not hear at all the lament of mother earth? Was that why you feigned illness and kept your eyes shut? This day the pulse of Bengal has begun to throb with pain O poet — seas, rivers, forests— all cry out for you in vain! Vedantic knowledge was yours, forever on the tip of your tongue Your writings had Saraswati’s blessings, full of learning and rhyme. In your meditations, Shiva, God of everything auspicious, resided. In your heart, Sri Krishna, the one who had even smitten Love, dallied! Durga, consort of Shiva, and source of all joy, would converse with you. How could they, deities so powerful, not feel the extent of our loss? How could they snatch away what they had given so sympathetically? After all, you were Bengal’s beacon of hope, lighting us up eternally! We took pride in your glory; you made us feel earth was our only need. You made us forget our afflictions—timidity, hunger, misery, and ruin! You shone over our heads every day—like your namesake--the sun! You made us proud; you made us feel we would never be undone! You’ve bestowed much love on this land -- on India and Bengal, How have we offended to have made you, thus, leave us all? Tell me -- who else is there to bless those who dare to blaze? Who else can protect the pride of the ones that are frail? Behold, the whole of Bengal laments, unfurling its tresses. See in this lunar fortnight the distressed moon hiding itself! Screened by Shravan’s rain cloud, the sun weeps in the horizon In house after house men and women cry out, “O poet, return!” Alas, India’s fate blazes on a pyre, the body no longer visible. This day, the vermilion marking Bengal’s beauties too is invisible! Today Saraswati’s lyre and Bengal’s poetic soul know only silence And funeral flames have scorched even the moon’s radiance! Till now none knew how close you had become to everyone All roads now hold millions of people -- all overcome with grief!
After you return to the rasa-filled realm from which you had come To give us delight, won’t you miss us and lament your earthly home? Your lyrical messages had made you this land’s dearest soul But it was not merely its loveliness-- you had loved all of Bengal! Assure us, O poet dearest to our heart, responding to our love You will return once more to your people from up above. Full of the rasas, you cried out soulfully for our suffering race Why did you enamour us so? Now we’ll rue forever your loss! I believe that if the sun is put out, the entire solar system will go. Bengal’s sun set forever today; what we’ve lost only we will know! No one besides Bengalis will feel the extent of their deprivation Nowhere outside Bengal will be heard such loud lamentation! The sun that shone over us has left, leaving us all benighted In Bengal’s heart the one light blazing is your funeral pyre! The rest of India envied Bengalis their good fortune and wondered How had the sun deigned to descend on Bengal’s thatched huts? Will Bengal get such a great, world-conquering superman again? Can this poor land ever again dream of the kind of happiness You gave us? And so, Kobi guru, our beloved muse-teacher, We grieve, finding no consolation, no solace whatsoever! We had thought of you as God’s blessing given to us eternally. Let not death’s torpor make us forget forever heaven’s bounty. As you depart from us, let us plant on your feet farewell kisses. No matter where you are keep these ill-fated people in your wishes.
Born in united Bengal, long before the Partition, Kazi Nazrul Islam(1899-1976) was known as the Bidrohi Kobi, or “rebel poet”. Nazrul is now regarded as the national poet of Bangladesh though he continues a revered name in the Indian subcontinent. In addition to his prose and poetry, Nazrul wrote about 4000 songs.
Ghumiye Geche Shranto Hoea( Spent, He’s Fallen Asleep) was written and composed by Nazrul on the death of his friend, Rabindranath Tagore. Professor Fakrul Alam has translated the lyrics from Bengali.
Tagore… his last days… From Public Domain
Spent, my song’s bulbuli bird has gone off to sleep While all of dusk’s fallen flowers look on wretchedly. Singing at dawn, the bird would make flowers bloom What prohibitory arrow could have silenced it so now? Hair disheveled, a night queen weeps in the forest’s lap. From tomorrow, alas, flowers will no longer bloom Amidst these creeping plants. Whose sad breathing Can be heard in leaf after leaf? Leaving its empty nest My song bird too has flown away! No more do words Pile up in my throat as before. No more will anyone Be lured by the false light here—not even mistakenly!
Born in united Bengal, long before the Partition, Kazi Nazrul Islam(1899-1976) was known as the Bidrohi Kobi, or “rebel poet”. Nazrul is now regarded as the national poet of Bangladesh though he continues a revered name in the Indian subcontinent. In addition to his prose and poetry, Nazrul wrote about 4000 songs.
Nazrul’slyrics of Mor Ghumogore Elo Monohor (In my Sleep, Came the Enchanting One) has been translated from Bengali by Professor Fakrul Alam
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Enchanting one, I was deep asleep when you came I salute you, reverentially, again and again. In Sravan’s monsoonal cloud, the great Dancer danced Torrentially. From up above, you caressed my eyes softly. Possessed by the touch of the beauteous, charming one, My whole body bloomed. For you, my Lord, I filled my basket with flowers blooming in my garden. But alas, and what a shame, you wouldn’t take any! You undid my bun and took the flower from it instead. How would I know what I said in my dream to make you leave? Now that I’m fully awake, I weep and weep and keep calling you— Oh, dear one, dear one!
Born in united Bengal, long before the Partition, Kazi Nazrul Islam(1899-1976) was known as the Bidrohi Kobi, or “rebel poet”. Nazrul is now regarded as the national poet of Bangladesh though he continues a revered name in the Indian subcontinent. In addition to his prose and poetry, Nazrul wrote about 4000 songs.
Nazrul’s lyrics of Mor Priya Hobe Eso Rani (My Sweetheart, Be My Queen) has been translated from Bengali by Professor Fakrul Alam
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MY SWEETHEART, BE MY QUEEN
My sweetheart, be my queen! Let me make a garland of stars for your chignon. Dear girl, your ears I’ll adorn With the spring moon’s third visitation. Your throat, dear girl, I’ll deck with a pair of dangling swans. I’ll make a ribbon too to tie your cloud-coloured disheveled hair Out of the lightening in the spring moon’s third visitation! A paste blended from moonlight and sandalwood Will be your body’s balm. The red of the rainbow Will be the lac-dye used to color your feet The seven notes of my song will compose Your bridal chamber’s decor While my muse’s bulbul bird will sing a song for you— in full-throated ease!
Born in united Bengal, long before the Partition, Kazi Nazrul Islam(1899-1976) was known as the Bidrohi Kobi, or “rebel poet”. Nazrul is now regarded as the national poet of Bangladesh though he continues a revered name in the Indian subcontinent. In addition to his prose and poetry, Nazrul wrote about 4000 songs.
Nazrul’s Ashlo Jokhon Phuler Phalgun(When Flowers Bloom Spring) has been translated from Bengali to English by Professor Fakrul Alam
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When flowers bloom spring, Gulbagh’s roses would rather leave. On such a day though, why would one want to leave a friend behind? Even before daybreak, a forlorn bulbul bird cried out in the flower garden, Before their buds could bloom, flowers shed in the chilly breeze. This is how it always was in old flower gardens! Men want fresh flowers, But the cruel gardener keeps plucking away from the garden that is life! The soil is where all golden body parts lie hidden, covered by dust, Emperors and newly married brides too—everyone in the prime of life. The world’s colourful blossoms may shed well before dusk descends So sorry a sight it is to see souls leaving still young bodies to survive! Tread thoughtfully dear wayfarer, for you’ll be treading on dead flowers As the earth’s pathways are always strewn with dust blowing from graveyards. It’s time for you, Hafiz, to give up all worldly desire and attractions, Time to leave home for a spouse in a faraway world calling out to you!
Born in united Bengal, long before the Partition, Kazi Nazrul Islam(1899-1976) was known as the Bidrohi Kobi, or “rebel poet”. Nazrul is now regarded as the national poet of Bangladesh though he continues a revered name in the Indian subcontinent. In addition to his prose and poetry, Nazrul wrote about 4000 songs.
Akashe Aaj Choriye Delam Priyo (I sprinkle in the sky) by Nazrul has been translated from Bengali by Professor Fakrul Alam
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Dearest, I sprinkle in the sky my lyrics this day. I’ve woven on my own a garland of songs From the flowers produced by my words. Pick it up if you can, please. Let my tune’s rainbow be a transient joy, Orchestrating my sense of loveliness, And embodying sweetness through the passions of its colours. What does it matter if you fail to note The tears moistening my eyelids? My voice quavers because of my tears! Spreading across the lotus that is my heart, Lyrics make the round, buzzing like a bee in flight. Do taste my mind’s loveliness from that bee if you can!
Born in united Bengal, long before the Partition, Kazi Nazrul Islam(1899-1976) was known as the Bidrohi Kobi, or “rebel poet”. Nazrul is now regarded as the national poet of Bangladesh though he continues a revered name in the Indian subcontinent. In addition to his prose and poetry, Nazrul wrote about 4000 songs.
Nazrul’s Shoore O Baneer Mala Diye (With a Garland of Tunes and Lyrics) has been translated from Bengali by Professor Fakrul Alam.
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With a garland of tunes and lyrics, you caressed me. To my body and mind, you gave buds of affection. Why, then, didn’t you instill love in my heart? Having played the flute, where was it that you hid? The flower that you had helped bloom is drying And losing something dear. My soul cries out, alas! If you wanted something so, why didn’t you take it? Having hugged me tight, why did you leave me? Tell me, what upset you? Why doesn’t joy stir me now? Where is the sweetness and delight I once felt in my soul? I must have misunderstood you completely For surely you had come to make my love bloom. Dearest, why didn’t you speak out at that time? Why, why didn’t you hurt and correct me then?
You can listen to the Bengali rendition of this song by contemporary eminent singer, Ajoy Chakraborty, by clicking on this link.
Born in united Bengal, long before the Partition, Kazi Nazrul Islam(1899-1976) was known as the Bidrohi Kobi, or “rebel poet”. Nazrul is now regarded as the national poet of Bangladesh though he continues a revered name in the Indian subcontinent. In addition to his prose and poetry, Nazrul wrote about 4000 songs.
Nazrul’s Musafir, Mochh re Aankhi Jol(O wayfarer, wipe your tears) has been translated from Bengali by Professor Fakrul Alam.
Art by Sohana Manzoor
O wayfarer! Wipe your tears, Return only with yourself. The flower blooming on its own Shed all by itself. O foolish one! So hapless is your state, Will you now build your nest in water? Thirsts are not quenched here For this is no lake to allay thirsts. Will the bokul that didn’t bloom in monsoon Blossom when it’s winter? On this path forever, errors shed Covering the grove of frustration. Oh poet! You’ve illuminated many lamps With your own light But your own revered Krishna hasn’t come To light up the darkness pervading your world.
A rendition of the lyrics by Feroza Begum (1930-2014) in original Bengali
Born in united Bengal, long before the Partition, Kazi Nazrul Islam(1899-1976) was known as the Bidrohi Kobi, or “rebel poet”. Nazrul is now regarded as the national poet of Bangladesh though he continues a revered name in the Indian subcontinent. In addition to his prose and poetry, Nazrul wrote about 4000 songs.
Jani Jani Priyo, Ea Jebone (I know my dear one, in this life) by Nazrul has been translated from Bengali by Professor Fakrul Alam
Art by Sohana Manzoor
I know, know very well my dear one, No desire of mine will ever be fulfilled In my lifetime. Like a water-lily, I’ll shed In a watery grave. Moon-like, from above You’ll shed tears. Between us, my bride, Forever will blow a wind of parting. Forever, You’ll be heaving deep sighs. I won’t get to hold Or grip you close to the heart. And yet, The moon keeps slandering the lotus. Far away That you are, how does honey still gush from you? Stay within my reach, dear night moon of mine, Though so out of my grip and so untouchable! My empty heart cries out with desert-thirst. Everyone says I’m the one you love. And yet, By your providing balm to that shameful act My anguish at parting has become sweet tasting!
A rendition of Nazrul’s love song by Feroza Begum (1930-2014) in original Bengali
Born in united Bengal, long before the Partition, Kazi Nazrul Islam(1899-1976) was known as the Bidrohi Kobi, or “rebel poet”. Nazrul is now regarded as the national poet of Bangladesh though he continues a revered name in the Indian subcontinent. In addition to his prose and poetry, Nazrul wrote about 4000 songs.
