"dekha hoy nai chokkhu meliya
.. ghor hotey shudhu dui pa feliya
... ekti dhaaner shisher upor
.... ekti shishir bindu...."
It’s taking me back about 2 decades, to that large L-shaped classroom of my elementary school... weird curriculum of grade 5, where a poem of this multitude of meaning was taught to a bunch of 10 year olds... !
The rough translation of these lines goes somewhat like this:
"I never did open my eyes to see
.. just two steps away from me
... in the paddy field there, the beauty
.... in one single drop of dew on one single rice seed..."
It is a beautiful poem, I could not do it much justice with my amateur translation perhaps- and
For once, I like something that is doing a somersault inside my head... now isn’t THAT a relief?