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Bhanumathi - II

Couldn't resist going back to one more song...This time I absolutely had to try translating this song into English.

At last...!
Jasmine festoons began swaying in the heart
Moonlight began swinging in the eyes

How sublime comfort fills this night...!
How long's hence...bloom fills this life...!

When doves whispered "Ohuroo roo" on the branch
When wind rustle breathed sighs on the sprig
Or even when rivulets just tinkled in the lake
At the faintest sounds of soft wind in tender shoots...!
Thinking you are here at last, hearing only your voice
Eyes moist with tears, at once I looked all over

Even for a moment now, don't leave, hear?
This whimpering heart, don't let it break, hear?

How long's hence...bloom fills this life...!
How sublime comfort fills this night...!

Bhanumati - 1

Earlier this afternoon I was out and about and out of nowhere began thinking of stories of Bhanumati I used to read when I was about fifteen. Here is a song, sung and performed by her, one of my favorites:

Here is a rough and tumble translation of the song (in Telugu in the above video):

What haughtiness you put on...!
When beautiful belle unasked
Come calling
Really...!

Way to go, Prince...!

When this suave, this svelte
This tender youth
I put out for you
And come calling
What haughtiness you put on...!

On winds wafted, intense longing
Aroused, blue shadows of dark evening

Again and again
As the agitations of resounding anklets
Hasten and come calling, you handsome
What haughtiness you put on...!

Pedantic to Fantastic

Now the sun breaks for you,
Now the morning shines for you,
How blessed you are...!

Now stand before the mirror,
Now look into the mirror,
How beautiful you are...!

Now look into your heart,
Now feel that?  There...!  That, yes, THAT...!
That tug you felt just now,
Is my heart string pulling your heart string

We are like two kites,
Forever entangled,
Now dheel, now kheench...
Either way,
All tangled up
Except

You get to
Shriek with delight,
"KaaaaaAAAAAAAAAAAT...!"

And I get to
Float

Looking once in a while
Over my shoulder
Just to make sure
You are alright

Are you alright?
Give me a sign
A signal
Green or Red
Any one would do

I am.  As always,
Pedantic as me
Not fantastic as you

Clean Heart

What a seismograph you are...!

Ducklings go "budung, budung"
Their heads in and out of water
Drawing little children
Who come running,
Suddenly stopping
Suddenly nervous
Suddenly crying

As if they see
A heart under a saw

A throb in their mother
Not for the father

Quake begins thus
In their tiny little legs
Tremors
Then earthquake
From a million little feet

Pounding,
Gnashing their way
Down to the center of earth

Now magma, now lava
Until we rest
Until we spin
Again
And again

Muse Swallow

See see see,
I am here, right here you see

First you turned me on
Turned me like a marble
From words of garble

Round and round
In your fingers
Round and round
In your head

Only a first draft
You said,
Wait till the second draft
You said,

Now you scratch me
Now you bench me
Now you say
There is too much of you
And you say
There is too little of me

Oh, be that way
Fine by me
Release me

It is raining outside
The girl with covered hands
Is waiting outside

So I go
From your story
To her children's story
She has a turtle
A rabbit, a donkey
And a monkey
A heart as big as a lion
As tender as an elephant's
And a swallow
Swallow, swallow meeee...

Now I fly
Over your house
Near your window

See see see,
I am here, right here you see

Mother Goose

Now that the cascade of words subsided
It is quiet.
You are clear.

Now it would've been nice
You making coffee, I making
Idle banter.
We disagreeing
On million little things
Agreeing on One Big Thing
Such as: you and me, are one, are the same.

He said, She said

HE:

I am logging off,
Turning off,
Signing off,
Booting off,
Getting off,
Starting off,
Pulling out of the parking lot off,
And zooming off...
All these offs
Just to land in your heart...SIGH!!!

SHE:

You, my friend,
Need to listen to my advice
And get away from married women,
You already landed in my heart
A long time ago.
Lodged in there like a thorn.
Painful
But I can't pull it out...SIGH!!!

Tomorrow

Re-collection came
When morning sparrow chirped

Yes  ..., yes indeed...

That she is an old soul
I keep muddling,
That she is an old soul
I keep forgetting

You see,
I want to be with her
Like there is no tomorrow
For me

Her beautiful woman's body
That talks to you
Her legendary voice
That listens to you

First I mused
Her giving
Then I bruised
Her giving

In my muses
In my bruises
It was like there was no tomorrow
For her

Would've Been Nice...

It would have been nice
To have touched those hands
To have pressed those fingers

To have taken them in my hands
To have taken them in my fingers

To have kissed them
Feel the damp sweat
Of her palms on my face

Would have been nice
To put my arm around her
Shoulders, hug her sideways
Laugh, double up, double down

Suddenly twist her t-shirt
All the way in, till she closed
Her eyes, in pretended agony
And Release! The spring-loaded
Blue veins recede beneath her skin

My lips bend forward,
Rushing after these blues
Gulping gobs of her

Making private friendship
With her belly button
Cast unilateral agreements
Make five-year plans

Then in a few hours
Go back again
For more budget
With a cap in my hand
And a heart in my mouth

Lights, Hope and Wish

See, see, see?
The red light came on
The "Busy" light came on

My NN came on
This Nearest Neighbor
Who always gets
Double double, came on

Rational doesn't know she is cross with me
Reason doesn't know she is fed with up with me
Heart just knows she is just there

I go to sleep with hope
I wake up from sleep with wish