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Guest Editorial: Paramita Mukherjee Mullick

Paramita Mukherjee Mullick
From my early childhood I was fascinated by indigenous people, their culture and their language. This was the influence of my father, a very renowned Anthropologist who always discussed about indigenous culture and rituals. Our house was filled with books depicting artifacts of indigenous head gears, weapons and decorative items. Growing up, I trained as a Molecular Biologist with a    Ph.D. in Genetic Toxicology…taught in a college and then headed an institution. The latent love of Literature resurfaced at quite a mature age and I became a poet. I remember my mother very fondly, who was a great reciter of Bengali poems and knew by heart almost all poems of Rabindranath Tagore and Nazrul Islam. So, I had to be a poet in this life itself!
Whatever I do, I do with my heart and soul, so some of my mentors fondly call me Powerhouse Paramita. With my new found love of poetry, along with writing poetry, I started promoting different kinds of poetry. While promoting peace poetry, multilingual and global poetry I remembered what my father used to say. He always said, “You always have to respect the old to achieve the new; you always have to respect the indigenous people because they are the original inhabitants of a place to achieve the modern way of life”.  A surge of passion for indigenous poetry came into me and I started promoting indigenous poetry. I have curated and conducted numerous events of indigenous poetry for the last two to three years. The online mode of operation helped me connect to different poets of indigenous languages all over India.
“Poetry is the language of the mother tongue”, so promoting poetry in a certain language is preservation of that language.  So when people write poetry in their own indigenous mother tongue, they not only preserve but also gradually bring that language in the main stream. Poems give voice to the feelings of indigenous people, poems can express their challenges and the problems specific to their lives. The indigenous people have ancestral knowledge and expertise to help and reduce climate change and other natural disasters. So their poems will help in conservation of the world’s resources and guide and protect human kind from natural calamities.
In this section of Setu titled, “Indigenous Voices of India”, I have tried to bring in a handful of extremely talented indigenous poets, some of them Sahitya Akademi awardees who have voiced their thoughts through poetry.  I am very grateful to Dr. Sunil Sharma who had given me this opportunity to edit this section as a guest editor. 


Paramita Mukherjee Mullick
Guest Editor, SETU, November 2022, Indigenous Voices of India

Special Edition: Indigenous Voices of India
Featured Authors

1. Andrew kai Hangsing—Thadou-Kuki
2. Anjalee Basumatary-Bodo
3. Atur Bey—Karbi
4. Bhairabi Baro—Bodo
5. Bijit Gwra Ramchiary—Bodo
6. Hirjir Ingtipi—Karbi
7. Jaan Kemprai—Dimasa
8. Joba Murmu—Santhali
9. Jwishri Boro—Bodo
10. Longbir Terang—Karbi
11. On Teron—Karbi
12. Ramen Ingti—Karbi
13. Rashmi Choudhury—Bodo
14. Dr. Rupali Swargiary—Bodo
15. Welsing Hanse--Karbi
***

Bhairabi Baro - Bodo

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".

 

Atur Bey - Karbi

Atur Bey
RONG AJE PEN SENGVE CHEPHOSAP

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.


Bijit Gwra Ramchiary - Bodo

Bijit Gwra Ramchiary

GAMIA DABW GWJAN NONGA

Gwthwi dwimani pharnwi rungung serao
Berephungja-phungja nudwngmwn
Gwthang gwrlwi gangsw phwrni sayao
Jiu gwmanai subungphwrni soho

Thwiphwrkhwou bwhwinai nudwngmwn
Gwthwini nijwn daharao
Buhumni bikha gejerao jinir nangnai
Beyw mwnse gidir dakhwn

Bima-Bipha sanwibw nena dongomwn
Nathai, jebw gidirsin onthwb gwianwn
Be songsarao
Jebla thwini gwja gabkhwou
Akhaiao jwngnw gothaiyw 

Jwngni bikhaya bontho badi rwhw-rwhw khamw
Arw dandisenw gwran buhuma gusu okhajwng siglabw
Okhorse phukhrini serao jwng
Gwswkhangw santhro haywi gwmalangnai
Angwphwrni mohor-mwkhangphwrkhou

Naihor honwi Gwthwi dwisakhwou
Nwng mabaphwr nuhurdwng ne ?
Nathai ang nuhurdwng khaise thwini dagw
Jerwi bwhwiyw thwini rwdayao kharsrabai thanai thwi

Belarwm som jabwnai lwgw lwgw
Gwthang mukhub simang phwra
Bwhwikhar langw Gwthwini dwi daharao
Jenoba buhumni sithase khwmsia
Mwikhari badi khuga sina dongo

Dinwi phin angni gami arw ang 
Undu phinnw hanai nonglia.
***


English Translation
THE VILLAGE IS STILL NOT FAR

The two sides of Death
As soon as morning
The dead bodies of people are seen
On the green grass.

 
The blood is falling in Death yelling
I have seen
It is a stigma dropped on the
Face of the world.

 
Mother and father were together
But, nothing surprises in this world
When handing over blood to us.

 
Our hearts burn like wood
Dry world gets cold by rain
Staying in front of a pond, we miss
Thousands of lost faces.

Look at Death.
Did you see anything? 
I still see something stuck
Like a red blood flowing inside the blood cycle.

 
When the evening goes down
Busy dreams of the body
Flows through the waves of Death
A part of the darkness comes into the world
By opening the mouth

The village and I will not sleep again tonight.
***


SOM

Angni okhrangni singao
Santhro haywi muaphwrkhwu
Phwthainaini unaobw
Gaokhou phwthainaya jwbwr gwbrab
Subungphwra gaonikhrui phwthayw abong laorikhwou, nongkhaikhwou, mwikhari phwrkhwou
Nathai jwng phwthaiya nosungseni subungphwrkhwou

Bekhainw guli-barud phwra
Sanpha apha gwhw gwra jabwdwng
Rwja-rwja subungphwrkhwou butharsrangnaini unaobw

Beyw mengakhwi
Manwna beyw gaokhwou arw gaoni gwhw bwlwkhwou phwthayw

Jwng daohani thakhai khanthi siphaibai
Buhumni gilu -balu gwhwkhwou dinthinw

Gwjwna da buhumniphrai gwma langbai

Odebani subunga gaoni thakhai
Arw subungphwrni thakhai khebse
Gaokhwou phwthai nangwoumwn
Nathai, subungphwra khebseni thakhaibw
Swdrwm jananwi dinthi hayakhiswi.
***



English Translation
TIME

Under my sky
There are many things
Despite trusting them all
It's so hard to believe myself
People trust in God more than themselves.
People trust lies
People trust terrorists
We don't even trust our neighbours.

So even today, ammunition becames the most powerful
Even after killing millions of people
It is not tired
Because it relies on its power
And people, didn't even trust themselves.

We break the law for war
To show the awesome powers in the world

Peace is lost!

If those terrible powers are so confident
For once, people should trust themselves
To be good and superior.
There is no more valuable trustworthy thing in the world
And people cannot even trust themselves.

***

PROFILE: Bijit Gwra Ramchiary ( Born in 1991 India, Assam) is a Bodo poet, fiction writer and translator. He was born in 1991 in Choudhuritup, Assam, North East India. He holds Bachelor's Degree in science and knows English and Hindi besides Bodo . He has also been translating into Bodo and some of his poems and stories have been published in various literary journals. He has four publications Gwrbwni Aroj ( poetry) , Rojenw Lirnai Angni Laijam( short stories) , Hor Gejerni Mwsa ( novel) and Khwmsi Horni Unao ( novel)  to his credit. His literary award achievement is Sahitya akademy yuva puraskar 2017, Dr. Ambedkar sahityashree national award 2018, Delhi. Indigenous Voices of India :: Setu, November 2022

Hirjir Ingtipi - Karbi

Hirjir Ingtipi
1) Sengve akidopen Inglong Nangkepha

Aningkanvang ason peneng lethotta 
Ne nang akido longlelo,
Kephang’ok apor nanglelote nang nangchini
Ne nangkachingtung litpik puke.

Neta nanglong kevangji aphansi kachesik lelo 
Tame  nangphan kopisi nangkepon pipo ?
Mathalote ne therak duk
Athe nanglongke ajatta do.

Nang puruke kaita plengtir
Ke’ik un’e apuru 
Neke monitbo nening henodak 
Nang ok nangvi nangkangsip kaike mitme pin.

Nangphan nangkepavirji athelok si kiri 
Lapuan aphita 
Nang netum aphan nangkanghon ik'e
Ahok nangke nephan nangsosi nangchekam.

Ne henolejongheta 
Nang netum aphan kanghon kapajir 
Praidetlopu mantuneta chethanthe
Lasi nang nekanghon langroi kili ben sangse.

Jo, nangke peneng lethot ta 
Tara,Hanche, Kangkoroi,Dido, Henru, Hanserong, Arleng ahipi ahan pen
 Nening keter nangkecham.

Nangson aningkeme koma doalang !
Ne nangjinso pik,
Arni arve pupe 
Netum ajoine nang kaike arjapthip.

Inglong !!
Nangphan chorore un’e,
Ne mo thoi lelote nang nekanghon alamo
Monit asengve arlo puthot thandamji.

                    -- 000 --

Translation in English -
A Love Letter from the Hills
                    
Like every year, this year also I received your letter 
You know that when spring unlocks the flower to paint the laughing soil, I miss you a lot

I am ready for my journey 
I keep thinking what to bring for you
Ashamed too!
You have everything 

Your stock is a gift that never ends
I am a human being, I am not a good hearted person
I keep drinking the blood of your liver

I keep doing the work that destroys you
In spite of everything your love for us never ends
Because you consider us your children 

I’m so bad I’am worthless yet you love us 
Like a flowing stream of rivers
Which has remained intact since centuries 

Today you called again,with a whole lot of nourishment 
To splurge with fruits and vegetables from around the world.

Where will we find a donor like you
I feel sorry for you 
Sun or rain,storm or gale
You have always stood for us

Hills!
We are grateful to you
When I reach my ground,
I will make a place for you in the hearts of men.
***

2) Nangse Nese Angtong Cheter an sose
 
Kangting pen katheang aloti soding kedam ahut
Nangle dampijuk ason turbong anta hedi
Neta voku apor kevang aklirdap ason
Nihang anat kaita turbongsi doji.
Hingchong vosokpi atur mansi
Klolin aningve masapta ingtontesi
Samphri, manai ason turbongji
Athema latumsi klolin aphurkimo kachini.
'Li klolin ajo loti kedam ekrongvet
Klolin kachechak un e nangning kasik sak
Neta klolin kachechak un e nening kasik sak
Klolin ajo boipharan sung ong
Nang pen ne klolin ajo kedo chetebok het
Itum echethe kevang charjudet
Nang nisuri aphrang penlo klolin ajo kedo
Neta nisuri aphrang penlo klolin ajo kedo
Ta 'li klolin ajo dorappet pujong
Ne nangphan nanghanghe
Nangta nephan nanghanghe
Itum hotursi kachekam
Jirpo chekamkesi  
Klolin ajo 'li thevin thevan
Kangting pen jirpo kachekam
Pu an boiphon kedo nang.
Vangnon angdi isi chesongra
Angdi isi taramlonang
Taram ra cheter ase paman nang
Kangting saira samphri kimi vanlonang.
     


The translation in English 
May our voice be louder than lightning 

While analysising the distance between light and darkness 
If you sparkle like a firefly
I too shine like the morning pole star in the mind of the east
Flattering the light of the nebula continuously in the dark night
Shines like the sun and the moon
Because everyone knows the history of darkness 

We both took the path of darkness 
The pain of not tolerating the darkness,my same pain

I can’t muster courage in the dark
We are both around in the dark
Feel the heat of the breath 
You have been in the dark for years,
I am the same

But we were still together 
Neither did you call,nor did I call
We were enemies instead of friends 
We kept playing hide and seek 
Mistook the darkness as a friend 
You are strong enough 
So let’s fight together 
Sound together 
May our voice be louder than lightning 
Bring the light away from the darkness.


Bio-Data: I’am Hirjir Ingti Katharpi. I hails from Karbi Anglong District, Assam, India. Associated with ‘Jambili Literary Foundation’ as a Chairwomen and Co-organiser of ‘Diphu Poetry Festival’ (DLF).
 

Jaan Kemprai - Dimasa

Jaan Kemprai
KHAISA SLAIMA SLING

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.


Joba Murmu - Santhali

Joba Murmu
JIYON DAHAR

 

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.