Rabindra – Sangeet (Tagore song): Chitta Pipashito Re / Geetoshudhar Torey – My eternal mind is pining in thirst

Translation by Zeenat Khan

A portrait of an unknown woman

Artist: Rabindranath Tagore

Parjaay: Prem (1)

Upa-parjaay: Gaan

Taal: Jhaptaal

Raag: Khambaj

Written on: 1895

Swarabitan: 10

Notation by: Jyotirindranath Tagore


চিত্ত পিপাসিত রে

     গীতাসুধার তরে ॥

তাপিত শুষ্কলতা বর্ষণ যাচে যথা

কাতর অন্তর মোর লুণ্ঠিত ধূলি ‘পরে

               গীতসুধার তরে ॥

আজি বসন্তনিশা, আজি অনন্ত তৃষা,

আজি এ জাগ্রত প্রাণ তৃষিত চকোর-সমান

               গীতসুধার তরে।

চন্দ্র অতন্দ্র নভে  জাগিছে সুপ্ত ভবে

অন্তর বাহির আজি  কাঁদে উদাস স্বরে

               গীতসুধার তরে ॥

My eternal mind is pining in thirst

        For the ambrosia of a hymn.

Parched vines seek pouring rain

The heart languishes in dust

        For the ambrosia of a hymn.

In this spring night  with this infinite craving

The awakened soul brooding like a Chokor*

        For the music of my soul.

Sleepless the moon in the sky   world awakening from slumber

Spirit, mind, and body yearn in cheerless lilt

         For the music of my soul.

*  The legendary Chokora is a mythical bird. It is believed that it has a close relationship with the Chandra (moon), as it feeds on the ray of the moon, or moonbeam. This bird is short in height, and therefore cannot reach for the moon, so it looks up in anticipation at its beloved, without any anguish.

Singer: Ms. Swagatalakshmi Dasgupta

Zeenat Khan writes from Poconos Resorts, in Pennsylvania, USA

Originally published in The Countercurrents

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