Translating two poems of Rathin kar

                                   Assaying translation of TWO poems of RATHIN KAR

                                                                     (1)

                                                               OFFERINGS

                                   The sky stoops in glee to see you smile

                                   The rains pour ceaseless to see you weep

                                   Tidal sweeps crack the banks down

                                                     The banks down

                                    Enticing it is to hear your warblings when

                                    Midnight heralds my  heart’s solitude

                                    I entreat you to stand moveless on the quiet verandah

                                    Your neck-line bright- lit in elegance

                                    I am your foot-traveller

                                   In bends and turns of come-and- go

                                  The city’s decrepit lanes and by-lanes

                                   Assume the look of a vista-vision

                                  While in the heart’s core woodlands ripple green

                                  I wish you were contented

                                  In love’s unalloyed defeat

                                  I alone, all, all alone, make way through ruins

                                                         While

                                  Flowers of offerings drop … drop and.. drop

 

 

                                                           

 

                                                              (2)

                                                   This very –NOW

                                   Known faces change all abrupt

                                   Against the smocked shades of the sky

                                   Now every  thing comes close to hand

                                   Clothed,yea,deep- clothed in covers

 

                                   Through the pores of pain

                                   Blood in drops and drops

                                   Sheds in sounds and does it so

                                   Days change days change

                                   But for me time stands changeless

 

                                   In leisure of aloneness

                                   The sly fox

                                    Licks up your mystic body

                                    My days are but arrested

                                    In unshakable despair

 

                                   Now seasons  do not cycle

                                   Each and every brain-clock

                                   Rings in a choric togetherness

                                  

                                   

                                  

                                   

                                   Assaying translation of TWO poems of RATHIN KAR

                                                                     (1)

                                                               OFFERINGS

                                   The sky stoops in glee to see you smile

                                   The rains pour ceaseless to see you weep

                                   Tidal sweeps crack the banks down

                                                     The banks down

                                    Enticing it is to hear your warblings when

                                    Midnight heralds my  heart’s solitude

                                    I entreat you to stand moveless on the quiet verandah

                                    Your neck-line bright- lit in elegance

                                    I am your foot-traveller

                                   In bends and turns of come-and- go

                                  The city’s decrepit lanes and by-lanes

                                   Assume the look of a vista-vision

                                  While in the heart’s core woodlands ripple green

                                  I wish you were contented

                                  In love’s unalloyed defeat

                                  I alone, all, all alone, make way through ruins

                                                         While

                                  Flowers of offerings drop … drop and.. drop

 

 

                                                           

 

                                                              (2)

                                                   This very –NOW

                                   Known faces change all abrupt

                                   Against the smocked shades of the sky

                                   Now every  thing comes close to hand

                                   Clothed,yea,deep- clothed in covers

 

                                   Through the pores of pain

                                   Blood in drops and drops

                                   Sheds in sounds and does it so

                                   Days change days change

                                   But for me time stands changeless

 

                                   In leisure of aloneness

                                   The sly fox

                                    Licks up your mystic body

                                    My days are but arrested

                                    In unshakable despair

 

                                   Now seasons  do not cycle

                                   Each and every brain-clock

                                   Rings in a choric togetherness

                                  

                                   

                                  

                                   

                   

 

                                

                                                                                  

                                   Assaying translation of TWO poems of RATHIN KAR

                                                                     (1)

                                                               OFFERINGS

                                   The sky stoops in glee to see you smile

                                   The rains pour ceaseless to see you weep

                                   Tidal sweeps crack the banks down

                                                     The banks down

                                    Enticing it is to hear your warblings when

                                    Midnight heralds my  heart’s solitude

                                    I entreat you to stand moveless on the quiet verandah

                                    Your neck-line bright- lit in elegance

                                    I am your foot-traveller

                                   In bends and turns of come-and- go

                                  The city’s decrepit lanes and by-lanes

                                   Assume the look of a vista-vision

                                  While in the heart’s core woodlands ripple green

                                  I wish you were contented

                                  In love’s unalloyed defeat

                                  I alone, all, all alone, make way through ruins

                                                         While

                                  Flowers of offerings drop … drop and.. drop

 

 

                                                           

 

                                                              (2)

                                                   This very –NOW

                                   Known faces change all abrupt

                                   Against the smocked shades of the sky

                                   Now every  thing comes close to hand

                                   Clothed,yea,deep- clothed in covers

 

                                   Through the pores of pain

                                   Blood in drops and drops

                                   Sheds in sounds and does it so

                                   Days change days change

                                   But for me time stands changeless

 

                                   In leisure of aloneness

                                   The sly fox

                                    Licks up your mystic body

                                    My days are but arrested

                                    In unshakable despair

 

                                   Now seasons  do not cycle

                                   Each and every brain-clock

                                   Rings in a choric togetherness

                                  

                                   

                                  

                                   

                   

 

                                

                                   Assaying translation of TWO poems of RATHIN KAR

                                                                     (1)

                                                               OFFERINGS

                                   The sky stoops in glee to see you smile

                                   The rains pour ceaseless to see you weep

                                   Tidal sweeps crack the banks down

                                                     The banks down

                                    Enticing it is to hear your warblings when

                                    Midnight heralds my  heart’s solitude

                                    I entreat you to stand moveless on the quiet verandah

                                    Your neck-line bright- lit in elegance

                                    I am your foot-traveller

                                   In bends and turns of come-and- go

                                  The city’s decrepit lanes and by-lanes

                                   Assume the look of a vista-vision

                                  While in the heart’s core woodlands ripple green

                                  I wish you were contented

                                  In love’s unalloyed defeat

                                  I alone, all, all alone, make way through ruins

                                                         While

                                  Flowers of offerings drop … drop and.. drop

 

 

                                                           

 

                                                              (2)

                                                   This very –NOW

                                   Known faces change all abrupt

                                   Against the smocked shades of the sky

                                   Now every  thing comes close to hand

                                   Clothed,yea,deep- clothed in covers

 

                                   Through the pores of pain

                                   Blood in drops and drops

                                   Sheds in sounds and does it so

                                   Days change days change

                                   But for me time stands changeless

 

                                   In leisure of aloneness

                                   The sly fox

                                    Licks up your mystic body

                                    My days are but arrested

                                    In unshakable despair

 

                                   Now seasons  do not cycle

                                   Each and every brain-clock

                                   Rings in a choric togetherness

                                  

                                   

                                  

                                   

                   

 

                                

                                   Assaying translation of TWO poems of RATHIN KAR

                                                                     (1)

                                                               OFFERINGS

                                   The sky stoops in glee to see you smile

                                   The rains pour ceaseless to see you weep

                                   Tidal sweeps crack the banks down

                                                     The banks down

                                    Enticing it is to hear your warblings when

                                    Midnight heralds my  heart’s solitude

                                    I entreat you to stand moveless on the quiet verandah

                                    Your neck-line bright- lit in elegance

                                    I am your foot-traveller

                                   In bends and turns of come-and- go

                                  The city’s decrepit lanes and by-lanes

                                   Assume the look of a vista-vision

                                  While in the heart’s core woodlands ripple green

                                  I wish you were contented

                                  In love’s unalloyed defeat

                                  I alone, all, all alone, make way through ruins

                                                         While

                                  Flowers of offerings drop … drop and.. drop

 

 

                                                           

 

                                                              (2)

                                                   This very –NOW

                                   Known faces change all abrupt

                                   Against the smocked shades of the sky

                                   Now every  thing comes close to hand

                                   Clothed,yea,deep- clothed in covers

 

                                   Through the pores of pain

                                   Blood in drops and drops

                                   Sheds in sounds and does it so

                                   Days change days change

                                   But for me time stands changeless

 

                                   In leisure of aloneness

                                   The sly fox

                                    Licks up your mystic body

                                    My days are but arrested

                                    In unshakable despair

 

                                   Now seasons  do not cycle

                                   Each and every brain-clock

                                   Rings in a choric togetherness