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| Today, I{{#tag:ref|An equally valid translation presents itself by simply adjusting the perspective from individual to collective. Either perspective is consonant with the Bengali. This shift, requiring only a very modest change in a few words, produces a song with a very different tenor. Due to context (the immediately preceding and succeeding songs), translation from an individual perspective has been given priority. Translation from a collective perspective could be as follows: | | Today yielded the sky |
| :Today, we could hold the sky
| | To my eyes, to my eyes. |
| :In our eyes, oh, in our eyes.
| | You came today, yes, You arrived; |
| :You arrived today, yes, You arrived;
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| :You came on feet both soft and light
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| :In Your stride, yes, in Your stride.
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| :Buds appeared on withered branches;
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| :On dried up streams, rapids descended.
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| :The desert became full of flowers,
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| :For Your reception, yes, Your reception.
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| :In the dark clouds, color prevailed;
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| :And peacocks fanned their lovely tails.
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| :Barren minds, they got pregnant
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| :With Your conception, yes, Your conception.|group="nb"}} could hold the sky
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| In my eyes, oh, in my eyes.
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| You arrived today, yes, You arrived; | |
| You came on feet both soft and light | | You came on feet both soft and light |
| In Your stride, yes, in Your stride. | | In Your stride, yes, in Your stride. |