Hotasha Lyrics

Warfaze






Shokal theke ratri somoykate na je
Nanan baje chinta amay ghire rakhe
Ontorer vetor sudhu koshter hahakar
Bishonnotar ava shoda amar akashe

Hotasha, kalo chaya hoye joriye ache
Hotasha, dishehara ami adhare eka
Eka adhare hay boshe thaki sudhu vabi
Shesh kobe hotashar

Bhalobashar khoto shukoyni je ajo
Tomar modhur kontho ajo je kan e baje
Jibon amar sudhui jeno koshter bojha hoy
Shob neshar boro nesha koshter madokota


Sudin amar shoyna tai dukkho fire ashe
Hotasha gulo bujhi tai mukh chepe hashe

TOSLIMA NASRIN

The room in which I am forced . . .

The room in which I now live has a closed window,

A window that I cannot open at will.

The window’s covered with a heavy curtain that I cannot move at will.

I live in a room now,

Where I cannot open the door at will, cannot cross the threshold.

I live in a room, where the only other living inhabitants are

Two sickly lizards on the wall. No man or any creature resembling a man is allowed here.

I live in a room where I find it a great strain to breathe.

There’s no sound around, but for banging your head against the wall.

Nobody else in the world watches, expect the couple of lizards.

They watch with eyes wide open, who knows if they feel the pain—Maybe they feel it.

Do they too cry, when I cry?

I live in a room where I don’t want to live,

A room where I am forced to live,

A room where democracy forces me to live for days unending,

In a room in the dark, in incertitude, with a threat hanging,

In pain, breathing with difficulty, democracy forces me to live,

In a room where secularism drains me away of life, drop by drop.

In a room my dear India forces me . . .

I do not know if all those over busy men or creatures that look like men will have a couple of seconds to spare to turn to

The lifeless lump that comes out of the room some day,

A rotten, greasy lump, a lump of bones.

Will death be release? It’s death perhaps that sets one free,

Free at last to cross the threshold.

The lizards will stare away the whole day,

Maybe they too will feel sad.

Someone will bury me, maybe a government man,

Wrapped in the flag of democracy, in the soil of my dear India .

I’ll find a home there at last, with no threshold to cross,

I’ll find a home there where breathing will be easy.

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translated by : Samik Bandapadahya 

BONOLOTA SHEN

AABAR AASHIBO FEERE

BANALATA SEN by JIBANANANDA DAS

Hazar bochor dhore ami poth hatitechi prithibir pothe,
singhol somudra theke nishither ondhokare maloy sagore
onek ghurechi ami; bimbisar ashoker dhusor jogote
sekhane chilam ami; aro dur ondhokare bidarbho nagare;
ami klanto pran ek, charidike jiboner samudra sophen,
amare du dondo sasti diechilo natorer BANALATA SEN.

Chul tar kobekar ondhokar bidisar nisha,
mukh tar srabastir korukarjo; atidur samudrer por
hal bhenge je-nabik haraeche disha
sobuj ghasher desh jokhon se chokhe dekhe daruchini diper bhitor,
tamoni dekhechi tare ondhokare; boleche se. "etodin kothay chilen?"
pakhir nirer moto chok tule natorer BANALATA SEN.

samosto diner seshe sisirer shabder moton
sandhya ase; danar roudrer gondho muche phele chil ';
prithibir sob rang nive gele pandulipi kore aojon
tokhon golper tore jonakir range ghilmil;
sob pakhi ghore ase-sob nodi-furay e-jiboner sob lenden;
thake shudhu ondhokar, mukhomukhi bosiber BANALATA SEN.

I Become Happy

When you come from a distant place
And rest your feet in my backyard,
I become happy.

When you sail your remembrance
On the edge of your body and set a pair of pigeons free,
I become happy.

When you melt yourself into a glass of water
At the moment of quenching my thirst
And stare at me with passion,
I become happy.

When you make your face like a blooming rose
And bring the dawn to my sight,
I become happy.

When you take a nap in the afternoon
Holding your hands crossed on your butterfly chest
And let your misfortunes fade away from us,
I become happy.

When you place your roses between my lips
And call me with love,
I become happy.

When you come to me toppling the obstacles
And hold my flag up in the air,
I become happy.

[Translated from the Bengali by Hassanal Abdullah] 

Shamsur Rahman

BY : Shokti Chatarjee