Once again

Here's another song in my clumsy translation. This one is slighltly more untranslatable than the earlier two. That is for the simple reason that this is a Chandrabindu song. I have been living out of Bengal for far too long to sense properly their popularity but I must confess right away that these guys write great lyrics. All their lyrics are witty and sensitive at the same time, a combination I started to feel the Bengalis had lost forever before I came across Chandrabindu a year and a half ago. In terms of tunes alone, they are not the best thing to have happened to Bengali music in the last century. When it comes to lyrics,however, they are right up there with the very best. This particular piece is a soft, lilting ballad called Eita Tomar Gaan or This is your song. You will get many versions of this song all over the net. Therefore, I have not bothered to attach a link. The following is my translated version. As usual, I'll feel good if you like it. If you don't, I'll try again or wait for your translation. Better still, we'll both enjoy the lyrics anyway.

Your song

This one’s for you dear, you skim in
Like moonbeams during power cuts, in the din,
like dollops of sunny rays bathing my room
I open windows, just out of a fever, you loom.

Waters deep down, crystal clear,
of the lake over there,
Reflecting the happy rays,
On lazy Holidays,
sparkles so calming,
I gift you this soft, little leaf,
Wrapped so tenderly by this red sheaf,
This scrapbook of mine, here.


This one’s for you, you the tender
Ache on lips only just unlocked, you are
The lone little bird, lost in thought,
Before the deep-unfurling waters, caught
Unawares; Let me gift you the warmth
Of caressing this romance of leisure


This is your song, for I send you mate
smell of your sari whipping the rainlashes wet,
thirsty cloudlets suckling in pleasure,
I stand satiated, no more tunes to set.