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Paramita Mukherjee Mullick
Special Edition: Indigenous Voices of India
Featured Authors
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| Paramita Mukherjee Mullick |
Special Edition: Indigenous Voices of India
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| Bhairabi Baro |
MABADI SWHWR BEYW
Jwng gwswkhangwn
Som som khwma serau
khwnafwinai Badibw
Gwswkhangwn Biswr
anggw khalamhwinai
Gongse swhwrkhoubw
Hanthamela arw
kongkritni hwngw-dwngwjwng
Raubw raukhoubw
sinailaywi hang mwnsoywi
Mukhubthifwrkhou
jwng gwswkhangwn
Arw jwng oraini
thakhay gwsw khangwn
Jebla gamiau
laukhar wngkham Jagwn,
Dubli Bariau Sona
Bidang Maifwrkhou Deikhangjengwn
Jebla Mwnabilini
Sathikou Sukhangjengwn
Jebla sithlani
kh├│nayau araj gabgwn
Esingni ogdabau or
sujengwn
Jebla Bwisagw
rongjanai kherai sibigwn
Jwng gwswkhangwn.
*****
WHAT CITY IS THIS?
English translation
by Prof.Anil kr Baro
We will recall
Oft and on, the
sounds that pass through the ear.
Will recall the
City endeared by them walking up and down through the crowded hubs of concrete
and recall the unfamiliar and breathless busy ness of city folks.
And will recall
forever,
Whenever we share a
feast at village picnic, or
Whenever we go to
harvest the golden crops of the season,
Whenever we light
earthen lamp in the evening
And offer the
evening prayer at the corner of the courtyard and
Light the hearth at
the kitchen, we recall
Whenever we offer
Kherai worship before the singing and dancing of Bwisagu festival.
MABLABA SOM MWNBWLA
NAILANGPHWI JWNGNI GAMI
Jeraokhi thaya manw
Gidir nwgwrma
Nongabla gubun
hadwranw jaya manw
Mablaba nwng phwiywbla
gamijwng
Nailang jwngni
gamikhwoubw
Hablang jwngni noao
Beao sanphrwmbw
gwdan gwdan mwngwn gaswikhwbw
Nwng sithla
gakhangphwigrw mwna
Dandise jonaini
unaonw nwngkhwou gwjwn hwnw
Abwia mininanwi
bungwn - phwidwngbla jwou bidwi lwnglangthardw
Nathai Aaia saha
kaphseni thakhai swngphwigwn
Jwng gamini
sorasonsra subung
Jwng sanw -
thwinanini unao raobw jebw langpha haya
Janai lwngnai
gannai jwmnai rwhw rwhw dongbabw ha jalangwn
Khali nagar
langjwbw jwng jekhwoubw
Jwng bebadinw jiu
khangw
Aphaya swrangbanw
dubliao mwswou hwlangw
Dwijlang meseng
bini mengrunaikhwou jwng mwndangso jwba
Maba mwnbao nangwou
labao nangwou hwnna
Beni jinggabw bini
mwkhangao nua
Arw mablaba
makhwouba khwmanangnaini dukhu dikhara
Somni hadri arw
habruphwr badinw gwrwb langphayw
Nwng beyao
phwiywbl
Jiuni wngthikhwou
tharwinw mwjangwi mithisingwn
Arw sinaigwn -
gamini nwrwm gwrbwni
Subungphwrni jiu
khangnaini khanthi
Nwng, khebse...
Khebselo...
Mablaba som mwnbwla nailangphwi jwngni gami
****
IF YOU HAVE TIME, COME TO SEE OUR
VILLAGE.
English translation
by Prof.Anil Kr.Baro
If you have time
sometimes come to our village
From wherever you stay,
cities big or other countries.
If you come
sometimes
Step in our village
and touch at my home
Where you will find
everything new every day.
Here, soon after
you reach
Our grandma will
welcome you with joubidwi (Rice beer)
Mom will beg you to
have a cup of tea.
Simple Village folk
we are.
We believe no one can
carry with us the eatables, dresses or countless treasures after our
death
Only these will
turn to ashes
We lead life like
this.
Our father goes to
plough early at dawn with the bullocks
Both in the rainy
and winter days
None of us realise
his fatigue nor does his face reflect any despair and dissatisfaction.
If you come here,
you will realise the true meaning of Life
And come to know
the ways of the soft hearted Life of the folks
Come only once, just
for once and see our village.
***
Miss Bhairabi Boro is an MA in Assamese and Boro literature and an M. Phil degree holder. Presently she is serving as the Head of the dept. of Boro, Jawaharlal Nehru College, Boko, Assam India. Apart from writing poems and articles on varied topics, she has been contributing to the field of literary translation.
To her credit, she
has translated a novel "Hriday Ek Bijnapan" penned by
prolific Assamese Novelist Mrs Anuradha Sarma Pujari to Boro language with the
title, "Gwrbwa Mwnse Phwsaodingnai ". A collection of poems of Miss
Boro would be released titled "Hadrini Jwbtha Methai".
RONG
AJE PEN SENGVE CHEPHOSAPAtur Bey
Chungjir apor ahut
Rong Aje amonjirso
Neseng along nelut tanglo.
Tangtha!
Ar'e abutin along
Khei araje, pindengsumpot-
penchenglok nang kacheklang.
Jutang ate'ui
Somindar along japtanglo.
Hunmelan ben longri along
Tomthip sido.
Mahunben kangjarphoi asengveta
Jutang amongve jap tanglo.
Brahmaputra along pen kithur ahunmelan
Jutang aklam along krungdir sido.
Karbi akehai aphurkimo along
Ser adak pen kelakha ponrap
Suri suri akai a ove pachethan lonang.
THE
HEART THAT YEARNS FOR FESTIVAL
-
English translation by Welsing
Hanse
When the winter’s cold began to subside
The air of festival
Made its way into my heart.
Behold!
In a dew drop
The face of the tribe, the attires –
The tradition in entirety appears.
The breeze of culture
Spreads all over the world.
Like the early morning fog
It covers the land.
A heart wandering like cloud too
Senses the scent of tradition.
The mist rising from the Brahmaputra
Loiters around the festival site
Reluctant to leave.
In the history of Karbi
May the event be scripted in golden letters.
Let it survive for thousand years.
KLODOP
ASEK'IK
Anam ke -
nangta chinine langbon.
Ebuvet tame sengve kangjir archim
Sonsuri alamthe ponsi durmi raptanglo.
Alongduk keprat emu anke
Monjir vansi nang paronang.
Klolin ahut malongding
Atur anta kadure.
Sumpunvet amonjir nejap lote
Sengve arlo karbirlak asining
Mindar nang ketet ji ason.
Sengve kangring klovi....!
Himaloi Anglong archim
Pensi sek'ik kijui rap
Kilikreng aroi pusita
Langbi isi cheman tanglo.
A
FALLEN DROP OF TEAR
--English
translation by Welsing Hanse
Perhaps,
You’re unknowing of the price.
Although just a solitary droplet from a
molten heart
It has touched the earth with a thousand
words within.
As it scatters laden with soil
Let the breeze come and touch you.
In the dark night when the moon is nowhere
to be seen,
The world seeks for its beam.
When the lonely wind touches me
The lightning within my heart
Tries to come out in the world.
My heart always in fear of the fall.....!
With the dew from the Himalayas
Play my longing eyes
This ever flowing river
Has begun to stop and form a lake.
Bio: Atur Bey is a young poet and lyricist. At such a young age he has written numerous poems and songs and had won many awards for his excellent work. Atur was born on 30th October, 2003. He was born at On Bey village, Den Arong, Karbi Anglong, Assam. His father’s name is Sri Densing Bey. He is a farmer. Atur’s mother Smt Reena Rongpipi sells traditional costumes in the weekly market. Atur Bey started his schooling at Dengaon English L.P. School where he studied upto 5th standard. Then he studied class VI and VII at Chinthong Ronghang English M.E. School, Dengaon.
After that from Class VIII to matriculation he went to Mount Sinai English High School, Dengaon. He passed his Higher Secondary from Alpha Beta Jr. College, Nagaon. Now he is pursuing Degree at Nowgong College ( autonomous), Nagaon. Atur published his own poetry which is Sengve Alankchor publishing under Karbi Lammet Amei and Klodop Asek'ik published by Evince Publishing.
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| Bijit Gwra Ramchiary |
| GAMIA DABW GWJAN NONGA |
KHAISA SLAIMA SLING
Jaan Kemprai
Habsaonising,
Khrib dukhu-hadi buthukhe
gritharidu thikhala,
Nalaibo ning khaja-mini
dongnangna?
Gibijangning thidu thikhade,
Ning dongnang niya.
Nalaibo ning elisining thiba
hamjaoba,
Aani kha bisingha bili banghi
dukhu dong,
Mulukni haosinihabo eli gri
thihi.
Ning kharnaisaha donghi
Bede tharmaima, dikhongmaha
bili nah banghi dong,
R Ning.......
Yasgur khaisa gurkhabo,
Khophalkhese thisingba
hamjaoba,
Odehe kha bailanglaba.
Khna...
Khaisa slaima sling.
Ning minimane sling, nini
dukhu hadini gejerha donghi,
Gajilaima sling nini
dukhu-hadijang,
Nai, saingsi dukhu-hadi nini
rogongnising degaolangma yao suguhi,
Obaha nini mukhangha minimah
phaima,
Muthaiha mudi phaima
khajamani,
Odehe bo minimah, khajamah,
Ningkhe nalaibo khaja mini
dongmane silingrima.
English Translation by Dr.
Paramita Mukherjee Mullick
PLEASE LEARN TO CHANGE
If all pain and suffering is washed away from this
earth
Will you be happy?
No, isn’t it?
Because you don’t know
From where true happiness emanates.
You always like complaining about the same thing
About how the suffering you have gone through has not
been experienced by any other.
Living in a small pond
How will you understand how many fish live in the sea?
And you…
Even if your finger nails break
You shout and scream about your bad luck
And you have a ‘break down’.
Listen
Try to change a little.
Try to smile in the midst of your suffering.
Try to face your troubles and sufferings.
Wait and see, one day all your sufferings will go
away.
Far away from you, after losing the battle with you.
And that day your face will be lit up with the smile
of happiness
And that smile will teach you
To live with happiness always.
HEY MADAI
Hey madai.......
Je subungbuthu jarni raobakhe
Nangba khusiha yawaiyadu,
Je subungbuthu jarni raobakhe
Yawaigajai khlaibaidu,
Bonsikhe eli nabani raoridu???
Bonsi nadi tharmaiba mlaini dukhu-hadikhe,
Raobi banining
Khrib habahabo baiphlungbaidu, dophabaidu,
Odehe gronladu danghi-jihi hamsi donglayarao.
Bonphangjuha bithib khada dongyaba breyunglaise,
Daoling phaidada bithib saphaiphlungbaidu thikhade,
Lugu luguning grondu lama lamglaiyarao,
Naga-malarao,
Goyadu saosibo, Ansa basanising khrao sosi,
Grondu Noha donglayaba bishik bahamjiksosibo.
Hey Madai.....
Nabani raoridueli bo subungbuthukhe,
Je subungbuthu baslai sumani bumujang
Dothaiphlungbaidu, sajamkhlaihadu hamba
subungbuthukhe.
Raobakhe khmaohabyayaraokhe
Nangba khusiha raophumane bol ri, baomah ri,
Niyakhade bonsikhe daraori,
Bonsini jathai gajaijang subung hamba buthu
Dukhu-Waimu Nangmaiyagothai.
English translation by Dr. Paramita Mukherjee Mullick
OH GOD
Oh God…
Powerful people who use their power wrongly,
Powerful people who don’t do good with their power.
Why do you give such people power?
They don’t care about the suffering of others.
They just use their power without any cause,
And the peace loving, innocent people are the victims.
It’s just like
When there is a honey comb on a tree
And a bird suddenly breaks it with its beak.
The bee sting victims are the innocent people on the
road.
All, from children to the elderly are victims.
Nobody escapes the stings.
Even mothers, daughters, sisters and daughters-in-laws
staying indoors are the victims.
Oh God…
Why do you give so much of power to such people?
People who in the name of revenge
Kill and plunder humanity.
Those who do not understand the meaning of power,
Give them the strength of using their power rightly,
teach them oh Lord.
Or else make them powerless
So that their misuse of power
Do not victimize innocent people.
Profile: Jaan Kemprai was born in Hojai, Assam and stays in Haflong, Assam. He has published four books of poetry in Dimasa Language. He has also composed more than 40 songs in Dimasa and Assamese languages.
Aamah Jahan Sanang menah
Aam Aam tege Aangoch me
Tobe nama sari sot niray dular
Aam Aam tege tunumoh me
Ontor mone taam chenghay me
Japid riday tam ebhenem
Tobe enang em baday nama
Amah riday renah gaheer uyhar
Sarcha mone renah dish hudish
Aalom uyharoa lichad geyam
Aalom mokonjoa hudinj geyam
Aam rehon menah niphot niray
Potkoj ochoy me kahed dare
Poha sagen me legej legej
Jo bahay me dharti sared
Aamah onah lasandhed uyhar
Aamah onah gonorhed om
Taapu koh mah ridai garh re
Badijah ko do saha kah me
Bugiyah ko do aangoch jong me
Hinsaka holong ko do Aredh farak me
DESIRE
(English translation)
The desire of your heart can only be
fulfilled by you.
And that is how you achieve the power of
pure love
Together we will write our destiny on
paper.
Search for yourself in the mirror, wake
up.
Open the windows and enlighten your soul.
And you will then realise, who you are.
The journey you came for and to wander for
your thoughts.
Sow the seeds and let them grow.
Let them bloom and spread the fragrance
around.
And then with new dawn, build a foundation
for the future.
Don’t stop, don’t be scared
Difficult are the times, but it is just
the phase.
You are made to achieve some more.
Remember your goal and work on the row
Ignore everything that stops you,
Put all the negatives behind
And lead your way ahead with a smile.
NIRAY
Niray Paled Hijuh Kana,
Sirjoniya hah Hoho Araang Ajomoh Kana.
Oneh Serama Re Hoye Bardu Rakab Aena,
Gota Para Nyutat Tarse Aena,
Gitil Dhuri Te Pored Akaan Rimil,
Dharti Gotay Esed Chaba Keya.
Sinyg Ho Nida Leka Aatker Aena,
Nyut Ho SeretAena Tala Nida,
Nonka Bujawaoh Kana Aarhoh Bangge Hijuh,
Nowa Nida Reyah Sagun Setah Do.
Nida Reyah Cheen Cheetur Hal-Bal Te,
Botoroh Kana ko Joto Manmi Jiv Jiyali,
Menkhan Jug-Jug Khon Hej Aagu Aakan Sagun
Setah,
Mone Jiwi Aarijh Kodoh Leka Muluj Landa
Seter Enay.
Niray Paled Hijuh Kana,
Sirjoniya hah Hoho Araang Ajomoh Kana.
HARMONY
(English translation)
Harmony might be destined
I can hear the Lord speaking.
Look how the dark clouds cover the blue
sky
Blanketing out the star, moon and all the
shine.
Shadow of despair has spread all over
Bringing in the darkest night ever before.
The dark took over the bright.
Night is approaching early, tonight.
As the daylight is in far sight
It is going to be a long, long night.
There is unrest in the world.
The living are scared and praying to the
Lord.
Night comes to an end bringing the rising
sun.
Taking over our hearts for a run
Hopes of a happy ending
Without sorrow for its spoiling.
The unrest will settle
And the echo of peace will bestow all over.
Harmony might be destined
I can hear the Lord speaking.
PROFILE: Joba Murmu received the Bal
Sahitya Purushkar from Sahitya Akademi, New Delhi in 2017. She is a Government
school teacher. She is a versatile content writer proficient in research,
editing diverse content. She has 20 years of experience in superior performance
in remote environments.