Haapy Birthday to my dear Lord Ram!
Here are some little gifts to my Lord,
A VM made by mehttp://www.youtube.com/watch?v=y6JTA-RuTB0Translation of the Bengali song for all devotees
Mon japo naam
O my heart! Keep uttering that sacred name,
Shri Raghupati Ram
The name of Raghunath Shri Ram,
Mon japo naam.
Shri Raghupati Ram.
Nabo durbadalo shyam, nayanabhiraam.
His blue beauty is like the newly-born holy Durva grasses, he is the pleasure of our eyes.
Mon japo naam.
Shri Raghupati Ram
Mon japo naam.
Surasuro kinnoro yogi muni risi naro (2)
All the Gods, all the demons, all the Kinnaras, all the
Saints & all the human beings,
Characharo je naam jape abiraam.
With the whole universe, worships that name always.
Jape abiraam.
They worships the name always.
Shri Raghupati Ram.
Mon japo naam
Shri Raghupati Ram.
Mon japo naam.
Sajalo jalodo neelo nabo ghano kaanti
His divine beauty is blue like the cloud with water
Nayone karunaa aanone prosaanti.
Kindness in his eyes, & peace on his face.
Naam sarone tute jaye shok taapo bhraanti. (2)
Remember his name, & you will forget all grief & all
wrong ways.
Roopo nehaari murochhito koti kaam.
Looking at his divine beauty, several Kaamdev become
astonished.
Murochhito koti kaam.
Several Kaamdev become astonished.
Shri Raghupati Ram.
Mon japo naam.
Shri Raghupati Ram
Nabo durbadalo Shyam, nayonabhiraam.
Mon japo naam
Shri Raghupati Ram.
Mon japo naam.
A poem written by me in Bengali which was translated by Debipriya di,
RAMCHANDRA
Antare raeche sadh, dekhibo
tahare,
jar lagi janamilo ei
sangsare
dev-vasha sanskrito Valmikir
mukhe.
A deep longing is there in my heart to have a
glimpse of Him, for whom the great seer Valmiki onceived the 'Dev Bhash'a
Sanskrit.
Dekhibo tahare, jar lagi
raj-sukhe
diachen bisarjan ati anayase
rajar kumari Sita, pati-prem
bashe.
[I]To have a glimpse of Him, inspired by Whose love,
Princess Sita very easily sacrificed ALL the royal comfort.[/I]
Sei maha manober chahi darshan,
jar prati snehe rajkumar
Lakshman
dhorilen swa-icchay tapaswir
besh,
sahilen akarane banobas -klesh.
To have darshan of the Mahamaanav, inspired by
Whose love, Raajkumar Lakshman accepted the attire of a 'tapasv'i and
bore all the troubles of 'Vanvaas'.
Dekhibare chahi ami sei
gunoban,
je putrer birahete tyajilen
pran
nripo-shrestha Dasharath.
To have a sight of the Virtuous One, the pain of
Whose separation made His Father, the Best of the Kings Dasharath, leave his
mortal body.
Kemon se jan
jahar paduka nitya karen pujan
rajya-majhe rajya-tyagi kumar
Bharat?
[I]How He is, Whose 'paduka' is daily worshipped by
the Great Kumar Bharat, who, even while staying in the kingdom, stays out of
all its grandeours?[/I]
Kon mahagune eto sneher
sampad
biraje tahar grihe?
Why (For which Virtue) all these loved ones belong
Only to Him?
Ki punyer jore
manusya-itar prani sebilo
tahare
tyajia apon swartho bipader
kale?
Because of which Merit, animals, who are even
below the level of human beings, served Him without any personal(/selfish) aim,
in the times of adversity?
Dhanya tini, jar prati
mahaprem- bale
karilen mahasati aponare tran
Ashok-kanone jabe chhilo tar
sthan.
Hail to the Lord! Whose Love made the Mahasati
Sita save herself when she was kept in Ashok-kanan.
Dhanya tini, jare bhalobasia
antore
pailen mahashakti se mahasamare
anuj Soumitri.
[I]Hail to the Lord! Whose Love made the younger
one Soumitri stronger from inside during the time of the fierce battle.[/I]
Dhanya sei punyaban,
jare bhakti kari mahabir
Hanuman
karilen shatobar
asadhya-sadhon.
Hail to the Lord! Whose Devotion made the great
Mahaveer Hanuman perform miraculous deeds hundreds of times.
Jahar jiban-gatha gahi
Ramayan
swarger kahini marte karilo
prachar,
chahi punya-darshan sei
punyatmar.
Want a Darshan of the Supreme, whose Divine life
story is sang as Ramayan in this mortal world.
The same poem was translated by Lola in Hindi
man mein mere
pyaas jagi hai, karlun unke darshan
vaalmiki rachi dev bhaasha karne jinka shubh varnan
main bhi dekhun
kiske prem mein Sita Janak dulaari
hanske taje sukh
mahalon ke van chaldi raajkumari
jin mahamaanav ki
seva Lakshman ko aisi bhaaye
dhara tapasvi
vesh, chala vanvaas Avadh ko bhulaaye
naina poochhe
kaun hai Dashrath ke nainon ka taara
Raja param
paraakrami jinke virah mein praan tha haara
charan paduka
kiski nis din pooje Bharat kumaar
bana jo jogi
raajdhaani bich Ram raajya sanbhaar
kya kya gun hai
unme, kaisi mohini, kaisi maaya
jo jan jan ne
unhe hi apne man mandir mein bithaaya
kaisa punya kiya
jo nar kya, pashu bhi shish jhukaaye
nirmal man,
nishkaam bhaav le seva karne aaye
Unhe mera vandan
ke jinki kar Soumitri bhakti
Shatru dal ka sarvanaash karne ki paaye shakti
Unko naman mera shat shat hai, lekar jinka naam
chamatkaar kiye baar baar Bajrangbali baldhaam
Maano lagan lagi hai mujhko, unke darshan paaun
Jinki divya katha Ramayan harash harashkar gaaun
A story written by me & posted in another thread before
LOVE FOR GOD IS THE ONLY POWER IN UNIVERSE
In a small remote village
of Gorakhpur, a teenage girl named
Arati lived with her widow mother. They were very poor. They were low-born
& they used to suffer all kinds of cast problems. Each villager avoided
them, & hated their company. Nobody loved them; none spoke a single word
with them & none ate in their house! Even if they were in utter distress,
nobody cared about that!
Arati was a true
devotee to Lord Ram. When her mother was totally broken down due to the immense
grief from everywhere, she consoled her & said, "Don't cry, mother! This is
Leela of Ramji! He wants to test our devotion to him! That's why we are
suffering so much!"
The mother became astonished hearing those words. How did
the young girl learn such lessons!
Arati always said to her Lord, "Whoever neglects me, I don't
bother, my Lord! I know that you love me, & that's all for me! Your love is
my only wealth in this universe!"
Their days passed like that.
Arati was preparing for the next Ram-Navami. She told Lord
Ram, "I want nothing from you. I know very well that you have to come to me if
I can wait like Shavari! You can never forget me if I can love you as Hanuman
did! O God! How can you neglect me if I can tolerate all agony of life for you
as Sita Maa did?" Arati told this, & wept silently. She felt it will be
impossible for her to spend a life without getting Darshan of Ramji.
The Ram-Navami came. On the morning, Arati finished her bath
earlier & went to collect flowers for puja.
But she did not notice that a servant of the rich
village-leader was also there in the garden, for the same purpose! He burst
into anger when noticed Arati in the garden. He shouted, "What are you doing
here?"
Arati answered calmly, "I'm collecting flowers for Lord", but
the servant shouted more loudly, "How dare you! Having born in such a low cast
family, you want to worship Lord Ram! Get out from here at once! Otherwise you
will be punished severely."
Arati said, "But what is my guilt? Lord is affectionate to
all. He loves me, & I love him. Why are you creating such a divider between
me & my Lord?"
He told again, "I'm giving you the last warning, Arati! Just
get lost!"
Arati rigidly answered, "No. I have to collect flowers for
puja."
Then the servant left the place & informed his master.
The village-leader came & told, "Why are you destroying the purity of my
garden? The flowers which are touched by you can never be dedicated to Lord.
Try to realize that. How will today's puja be completed without flowers? Don't
touch anything again, ok? Please leave this place as soon as you can", then he
ordered his servant to wash his garden with Ganga-water!
But Arati didn't move. The village-leader told again, "Have
you not heard my words?"
Arati answered, "Yes Sir! I've heard you. But you are
absolutely wrong. How can you think that Lord Ram will not accept the flowers
touched by me? Sir, have you forgot that he ate fruits from a low-cast woman
like Shavari with a huge respect? Have you forgotten that he was friend of king
of Nisaad's? Have you forgotten that Sita Maa called 'mother' to a demoness
Trijata? Sir! Neither Ramji nor Sita Maa supports the rules you have made to
divide this society! They are not pleased with your activities. Please try to
realize them. They are parents of the whole universe! Do the parents hate or
neglect their children?"
"As you don't want to listen to my soft words, I have to
teach you a lesson", the village-leader called his servants who rudely drove
the poor girl away.
But what a wonder! The garden became totally vacant at that
moment when Arati was driven away! There was no a single flower in that large
garden!
All became astonished. The master ordered to collect flower
from anywhere. The servants tried at their best, but could not find a single
flower!
On the other hand, Arati's little cottage became filled with
flowers! Arati thanked Ram-Sita again & again.
The village-leader was really anxious regarding the festival
of Ram-Navami. The puja could not be started till then. All villagers were
invited there to join the puja, but none came!
If he knew that, all people were gathered to celebrate
Ram-Navami in Arati's cottage, then what was his mental condition? But it is
natural that true devotees will always prefer the purity more than the external
grandeurs.
The proud rich master was alone in his room. A little boy
came to him. He looked like very poor, but he had a divine smile in his face.
He told in a divine voice, "Sir! I'm starving since a long times. Please give
me some food." The master scolded him harshly, "Is this place of donation to
all the beggars? Get lost from here! Don't disturb me! Are you not seeing that
I'm busy with puja?"
The boy said with smile, "Are you doing puja? Then where is
your God? I can't see him anywhere in your house!"
The rich man became totally astonished, "Are you blind? Can
you not see this golden statue of Lord Ram & Sita Mata in my room?"
The boy answered, "I can see, Sir, but it's true, these
golden statues are empty! They are not Gods; they are only the expressions of
your pride of wealth! God can never live in a golden statue which is not
welcomed by devotee's love. God loves his devotees, not the wealth."
"Who are you", shouted the master. He was going to call his
servants to drive the boy away.
But before that, the boy smiled, "You need not call anyone
to remove me from here! I will leave this place myself. I will never return to
you."
The boy disappeared suddenly, & the golden statue became
clay at that moment!
Then the boy went to Arati, lovingly asked, "Didi! Can you
give something to eat? I'm starving from many days."
Arati affectionately told him, "Surely, my sweet brother!
What is your name?"
The boy answered, "My name is Raghunath, isn't it good?"
Arati looked at her Lord lovingly, & told him, "You have the same name with
my God! Brother! Please accept all of these fruits!"
Raghunath smiled, "Didi! You are worshipping God. How can
you give these fruits to me? These are for Ramji & Sitaji! I can't take
them!"
Arati said, "No child! Now you are my God as you are in
front of me. I believe that my Lord is everywhere; we only need proper eyes to
see him & proper heart to feel him! I can easily feel that he lives in you,
& none but he wants to eat from my hands! I waited long for that! How can I
refuse him?"
Then Raghunath ate all the fruits & told Arati, "Now I
have to go. Good night!" He disappeared. But Arati found the empty bucket is
full of fruits! She became astonished. How was it possible!
Then a divine voice was heard, "Arati, my child, these are
my blessings to you! Accept them as my 'Prasaad'."
Arati shouted with an immense pleasure, "My Lord, where are
you? Where are you Maa Janaki? Will you not give me your sacred Darshan?"
Then Lord Ram & Devi Sita appeared in front of her. The
Lord said, "Arati! Couldn't recognize me? None but I came to you in the form of
that little boy! I came to you to quench my thirst for love & devotion. My
intention has been fulfilled. You will be counted as one of my greatest
devotees!"
Devi Sita asked her, "What do you want from us, little
girl?"
Arati said, "Nothing Maa! I want nothing but your love."
Sitaji blessed, "Well, my child! You will be dear to me as
my Luv-Kush.". They blessed her, & disappeared.
Arati bowed her head again & again to them. Her eyes
became filled with tears of joy!
JAI VAIDEHI RAGHUVIR!
Thanks Vedo for creating the thread! May Lord Ram bless all of you!
Jai Shri Ram!
Edited by Urmila11 - 13 years ago
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