Thursday, December 4, 2014

The Female Worshipper (Pujarini)




English Translation of Poem "Pujarini" composed by Rabindra Nath Tagore.

Translated by Late. Mrigendra Chandra Chakraborty



That day at the end of day in Autumn,Sreemati a disciple of Lord Buddha 
took her bath in holy cold water stood near the feet of the queen 
carrying flowers and light in a plate.
The queen told her in fear that
dont Thy remember that Ajatasatru has proclaimed that anyone who will worship the Stupa
will either be impaled or shall have to go to banishment.

From there she went slowly to the room of daughter-in-law Amita
who was dressing her hair in front of a golden mirror.
She was putting vermillion on her forehead.
On seeing Sreemati her hand trembled and she said
Oh fool what courageous thou art thy have brought objects of worship.
Be off at once or somebody will see and there will be danger.

In the ray of the setting sun near the open window Kumari Sukla was sitting alone
and she was absorbed in reading a novel.
She heard the jingling sound and looked at the door.
On seeing Sreemati kept the book on the floor and went to her quickly and said in her ear
who does not know the order of the king.
Why art thou moving towards death like that?

Sreemati moved from door to door with the plate of worship.
She called to the citizens and said the time for worshipping the Lord is come.
On hearing this some became afraid and some rebuked her.

The last light of the day set over the buildings of the city.
None on the road covered with darkness.
All sounds stopped. 
The bell rang in the old royal temple.
There were innumerable stars in the sky during the season of Autumn.
The bell rang in the main gate. The prisoners started evening song.
The gateman uttered loudly that the meeting of ministers is over.

At that time all the guards of the palace saw that in the royal garden on the Stupa
there are lines of light burning in the deep darkness.
The guard of the city came quickly with open sword and asked who art thou worshipping like that to face death.
He heard a sweet voice saying ‘Me, a disciple of Lord Buddha’.

In that night of autumn full of light in the royal garden,
the white Stupa was stained with blood in silence in a lonely place.
And the flame of last worship of light before Stupa extinguished.


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