My Nobo Borsho

As the Bengali New Year (Nobo Borsho) rolled in, I found myself unable to tear away from this song by a vintage Bangla Rock band, Mohiner Ghoraguli. Given my addiction to music, I wouldn't usually consider such an incident to be blogworthy. But it was the imagery that the song brought to my mind, that got me thinking.

I am not a Rock Pundit, by even a far shot. I only appreciate music, that I like. And I usually, don't like Psychedelia. However, this was the first time, when I could completely relate to the concept of Hallucinatory Rock, that is often associated with the music of the legendary Pink Floyd. While singing along, I had this crazy feeling, that I was drifting along among the clouds, swimming in a vast expanse of void, looking up at the sky, seeing her house, drifting along some more... And all this, without a single drop of alcohol, or a whiff of grass! I was hallucinating all the way to kingdom come, and Loving each and every moment of the ride!

I reproduce the lyrics here, alongwith my translation. Nor are the lyrics completely accurate, nor the translation. But it don't matter to me. This is the way I sing it, so...



Mohiner Ghoraguli - Akaashe Chhoraano Megher Kachha Kachhi

Aakashe Chhoraano, Megher Kaachha Kachhi
Dekha Jaaye Tomader Baari

Chhile Kottha'i Bosha Baadaami Beral Bone Shoonne Maaya Jaal,
Chaayi Ronge Pencha Shei Chokh Teepe Boshe Aachhe Koto Na Bochhor Kal
Kaalo Dorjaa Khule, Baire Tumi Ele
Baaganer Gaachhe Haanshi Chhoraabe Boono Phoole

Shei Baarir Nei Thhikhaana,
Shudhu Ojaana Lal Surkir Poth Shunne Dai Paari

Paakaano Shinrir Pothe Shekhaane Nebe Aashe Chaander Aalo
Kauke Cheno Na Tumi Tomake Chene Na Keu, Shei To Bhaalo
Tumi Gaan Geye, Ghure Phire,
Tomaar Elo Chool Oi Baatashe, Shudhu Orre

Shei Baarir Nei Thhikhaana,
Shudhu Ojaana Lal Surkir Poth Shunne Dai Paari

Akaashe Chhoraano, Megher Kaachha Kachhi
Dekha Jaaye Tomader Baari



Translation

Among The Clouds Scattered In The Sky,
I Can See Your House

The Fawn Coloured Cat In The Attic, Weaves A Web Of Illusions In The Void,
The Gray Owl Has Been Sitting With Its Eyes Closed For Years Now
Finally, You Come Out Of The Black Coloured Door,
To Spread Some Laughter And Joy Among The Wild Flowers Of The Garden

But That House Has No Address,
Just An Unknown Dusty Path, Caked In Red Dust, Running Off Into The Void

The Moonlight Comes Down To The Base Of The Winding Stair Case,
You Are A Stranger To This Strange, Strange World
You Walk Around The Garden, Singing
Your Wavy Open Hair, Flies In The Soft Breeze

But That House Has No Address,
Just An Unknown Dusty Path, Caked In Red Dust, Running Off Into The Void

Among The Clouds Scattered In The Sky,
I Can See Your House...