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[asambhavami]

Suna Lo Suna Lo Baalika

poet: rabindranath tagore

language: brajabuli

painting: traditional

Suna lo suna lo baalika, Listen, listen, o child, Raakho kusuma-maalika, Keep aside the flower-garland, Kunja kunja pheranu sakhi, I searched in all the groves, my friend, Shyama-chandra naahi re. But Shyamachandra [Krishna] was nowhere.

Duloi kusuma-munjari, Jostling the flower-bunches, Bhamara phirai gunjari, The humming bees wander, Alas jamun bahayi jaaye The sluggish Yamuna flows by Lalit-geeto gaahi re. Singing her saccharine song.

Shashi-sa-naatha jaamini, The night has a husband in the moon, Biraha-bidhura kaamini, But this woman pines for her beloved, Kusuma-haar bhaila bhaara, The garland of flowers became too heavy, Hridoya taar daahichhe. And it set her heart aflame.

Adhara uthai kaapiya, Her lips tremble, Sakhi-kare-kara aapiya - She places her palms in her friend's [and asks] - Kunja-bhabane paapiya In the grove, the hawk-cuckoo Kaahe geeto gaahichhe? Why does it sing?

Mridu-sameer sanchale A mild breeze blows Harayi shithila anchale, Disturbing the still end of her robe, Baali-hridaya chanchale Rendering the child's heart restless Kaanana-patha chaahi re. As she stares at the entrance of the grove.

Kunja paane heriya Looking at the grove Ashru-baari daariya Shedding many tears Bhaanu gaay: shunya-kunja, Bhanu sings: the grove is empty, Shyama-chandra naahi re. Shyamachandra is nowhere.

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poet: rabindranath tagore (bhanusimha padavali)

language: brajabuli

raga: behag

painting: syamarani dasi

Ham jab na rawbo, sajani,

When I shall not be there anymore, friend,

Nibhrita basanta-nikunja-bitaane

In the secluded flower garden in the forest

Aashobe nirmala rajani,

A clear night will [still] come,

Milana-pipaasita aashabe jab, sakhi,

Thirsty for union when he shall come, friend,

Shyam hamaari aashe,

My Shyam [Krishna] with hope of finding myself,

Phukaarawbe jab Raadha Raadha

[When he shall] call out, 'Raadha Raadha'

Murali uradha-shwaase,

[His] Flute out of breath,

Jab sab gopini aashobe chhutai,

When all cowherd-maidens shall come running,

Jab ham aashobo na,

When I shall not come,

Jab sab gopini jaagabe chamakai,

When all cowherd-maidens shall wake up with a jolt,

Jab ham jaagabo na,

When I shall not wake,

Taba ki kunja-patha hamari aashe

Then will, in my anticipation, at the path leading to the garden

Herabe aakula Shyam?

Stare a fervent Shyam?

Ban ban pherai so ki phukaarawbe

Will he wander from forest to forest calling out

Raadha Raadha naam?

The name Raadha again and again?

Na Jamuna, so ek Shyam mama,

No Yamuna, Shyam's the sole one of mine,

Shyam-kaw shata shata naari -

[And] Shyam has hundreds of women -

Ham jab jaawobo shata shata Raadha

When I shall go away [from this earth] hundreds of Raadhas

Charane rawhawbe taari.

Will remain at his feet.

Taba sakhi Jamune, jaai nikunje,

Then friend Yamuna, going to the garden in the forest,

Kah teyaagabo de?

Will I give up my body[life]?

Hamaari laagi e Brindaabana-me

For me in this Vrindavan

Kaha sakhi royawba ke?

Say friend, who shall cry?

Bhaanu kahe chupi - maan-bhare rawho,

Bhanu says, stealthily - keep this anger alive with love,

Aao bane, braja-naari,

Come to the forest, o woman of the braja,

Milawbe Shyama-ka thara-thara aadawra,

[You will] Get Shyam's trembling affection,

Jhara-jhara lochana-baari.

[And] The tears raining from his eyes.