Power of prayer

No, I am not a doctor,
A mere writer.

I wonder if I can put the world at ease
With my prayer? Here I try
I humbly write my lines,
To heal the endemic disease.

O God (atheists, agnostics
may replace God, Goddess
with anything that suits them)

O God, please save the world
From this mayhem
For I know there is nothing truer
than positive vibrations,
And between you and me
There is nothing but energy.

Let us not waste time
Looking for the Brutus;
The viral game is a global shame,
Let us pray to Krishna, Allah, Jesus
Or whosoever it may concern
This coronavirus
Has disappeared
From the face of the earth.

Please let us pray so we can put this global headache, the coronavirus, behind us. Nature has surprising ways to tell us that we are all one. 

I will perform nevertheless

Nature says, 'I do have a huge audience
Who love to see my performance.
They don't follow me
Yet, wherever I shower, they follow
They listen to my streams that flow
They treasure high and low
My beauty, my bounty;
Yet, they don't listen to me.

I bloom, they bomb
I heal, they kill
I support, they stab
I give, they grab
I unite, they divide
I love, they hate
I offer opulence, happiness
They bring poverty, sadness;
Guns, weapons, plastics, mechanical madness
Crowd the ground, cloud them night and day
In me, they invent unnatural tools;
But they praise my play
In action, or in silence,
Unemulated, my stage is perpetually houseful.

They see me, they hear
What I do for them
With emotion and intelligence,
They sing, write pages
About me, but I wonder since ages
What's gone wrong with their sense
For many inactive, inert yearsThey remained passive spectators;
They've chanted hymns, holy prayers
All in words, lifeless words,
While through their deeds,
Nurtured hatred, suicidal violence
For a long time,
They've not used their pairs
Of eyes and ears.

I will wait for you with patience.
For you, my supreme audience
I will perform nevertheless.'

Hot favourite

When you are feeling low

don’t wait, just go

grab a cup of coffee,

or, a hot cup of tea.

When you have to face

the daily stress

at work, or in business;

or, when you are lonely, jobless,

these beverages

can help you beat the blue,

they have saved us for ages

they’ll save our future too!

Natural shift

I realized I had to get 

Off my chair;
Else re-positioning it,
Became an impossible affair;

All this while I was one
With the wooden seat
Agility lost, I succumbed
To a rigid defeat.

Likewise, when I recognized
I was neither my thoughts,
Nor my feelings
I could detach myself from them
I was able to behold them from a distance,
I could hold them at once;
Like I held my framed identity,
My unnatural self, as the sole entity.

The obnoxious ones left my system;
End of the vicious game!
I emerged. Gave myself a priceless gift,
My paradigm made a natural shift.

Real power

Real power

I have the power to bless everyone,
Those who are nice to me
And those who are not;
From my royal position
I will not fall,

I will only use my power to love

Above everything, above all.

Vrai pouvoir

J'ai le pouvoir de bénir tout le monde,

Ceux qui sont gentils avec moi

Et ceux qui ne le sont pas;

De ma position royale

Je ne tomberai point du tout,

Je n'utiliserai mon pouvoir que pour aimer

Avant tout, et surtout.

সত্য শক্তি

প্রত্যেককে শুভেচ্ছা দেবার ক্ষমতা আমার আছে যারা আমার সাথে ভালো বা মন্দ ব্যবহার করেছে; আমি আমার এই রাজকীয় আসন থেকে থাকব অনড়, অটল এখান থেকে এখন, শুধুই ঝরবে প্রেমশক্তি অবিরল, অনর্গল।

Possibility, a thought away

I don't want to rise so high That I get lost in the sky; Everything, everyone I look down upon, Write their future On a polarized piece of paper And say, hey there See here, you've all lost, I have won. I don't want to lie so low and buried That I get trampled, stampede; Everything, everyone Walks over me, Writes my designed destiny And say, hey there See here, we have all won You are just another loser. I want to walk and fly steady in the middle Involve all in the most engaging huddle; Encourage naysayers, failures So they fight and taste success, Motivate high flyers, achievers So they humbly help others in the race Everyone wins, no one loses We grow hand in hand, in medias res.

Glasshouse

I look at you I know you don't lie,  But what you show's untrue.  Captured in the classy frame Shades of faces begging for fame,  Masks unmasked, in a win-lose game.  To be the fairest of them all My zeal to kill with skill,  Let them go to hell,  Let them fall, ruined And crushed in the glasshouse, Forever forgotten, perpetually small.  Who's the wisest of them All? All of a sudden If I'd change my question,  The jobless glass will screech in shame For it's not designed To peek within at all The glasshouse will stand Like a useless wall.

Hide, and seek

Hide yourself
In one little corner, 
For a moment, shelf
Your worries of pelf,
Position, power;
Seek your inner tutor.

What does the guide
Tell you? Listen to the voice,
Get rid of your ego and pride
In silence, try to sacrifice your noise.

We may be anybody on earth,
A loser, or someone famous
The in-tuition will reveal the worth
And show that we all have Mohammed,
Krishna, Buddha, Jesus in us.

space

A frog in a well
couldn’t bond with
its mate it met
in a pond, by accident;
it’s not the water
nor the swim
nor the tongues
that croaked,
caught insects;
it’s the vision
that made their
space different.

Song by Rajanikanta Sen, translated

This is a very modest attempt in translating a devotional song written by Rajanikanta Sen. If interested, you may listen to the song sung by Krishna Chatterjee by clicking here

Bengali

কবে তৃষিত এ মরু ছাড়িয়া যাইব
তোমারি রসালো নন্দনে
কবে তাপীত এ চিত করিব শীতল
তোমারি করুনা চন্দনে।
কবে তোমাতে হয়ে যাব
আমার আমি হারা
তোমারি নাম নিতে
নয়নে ববে ধারা
ভেবে ও শিহরিবে, ব্যাকুল হবে প্রাণ
বিপুল পুলক স্পন্দনে।
কবে ভবের সুখদুঃখ চরণে দলিয়া
যাত্রা করিব গো শ্রী হরি বলিয়া,
চরণ টলিবে না, হৃদয় গলিবে না
কাহার আকুল ক্রন্দনে।

Translated into English

When will I traverse
This thirsty desert
To reach your luscious abode,
When will this frenzied heart
Heal in your magical ode
That soothes like a chandan* balm.
When will my pride immerse,
When will I lose myself in you,
When will tears stream from my eyes
As soon as I take your name?
I will shiver in my thoughts
My soul will yearn
My heart will beat
Without guilt or shame!
When will I trample
All earthly joy and woes
When will I embark
By calling out Srihari*
When will my
Feet not tremble,
Heart not melt
Despite anyone’s
Wailing, lament.

chandan* - it is a paste made out of sandalwood; traditionally it is applied on deities and also on the face of disciples, gurus, sadhus to physically cleanse one’s face from sins.

Srihari* - Srihari is the name of a Hindu God Vishnu, also known as the Supreme friend

Translated into French

C'est un essai très modeste de traduire une chanson spirituelle écrite par Rajanikanta Sen. Si vous voulez, vous pouvez écouter la chanson chantée par la chanteuse Krishna Chatterjee en cliquant ici

Quand vais-je traverser ce désert assoiffé
Pour atteindre votre somptueuse demeure,
Quand est-ce que ce cœur frénétique
Va guérir à l’aide de votre ode magique
Tout comme un baume chandan*.
Quand ma fierté plongera-t-elle,
Quand vais-je me perdre en vous,
Quand couleront-elles les larmes de mes yeux
Dès que je prends votre nom?
Je vais trembler dans mes pensées
Mon âme aspirera, mon cœur battra
Sans culpabilité ni honte!
Quand vais-je piétiner
Toute joie et tous les malheurs terrestres,
Quand vais-je embarquer
En criant votre nom de Srihari*
Quand les pieds ne tremblent plus,
Le cœur ne fond plus
Malgré le gémissement
De n’importe qui, de n’importe où.

chandan* - c'est une pâte faite de bois de santal; il est traditionnellement appliqué sur les divinités et également sur le visage des disciples, des gourous, ou des sadhus pour nettoyer physiquement son visage des péchés.

Srihari* - Srihari est le nom d'un dieu hindou Vishnu, également connu comme l'ami suprème.