深植之梦 | 巴蓬·德夫·拉鲁

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孟加拉，凝于河光潋滟，

沉于载满旧痛的土地。

千首歌谣静卧尘土，

终又化作希望再起。

此地晨晓萦绕香火清韵，

暮色漫溢清茶淡香，

乡间静谧街巷深处，

依旧流转诗意绵长。

慈母素手，旧布衣衫，

睡前歌谣意蕴沉绵，

足以抚平一颗过早洞悉

世事难守的心绪。

鲍尔行者行于朗朗天地，

独弦琴鸣燃尽热忱，

他吟唱世间真谛，挣脱桎梏，

道尽人间饥寒与热忱。

泰戈尔藏于温软柔情，

笔墨余韵悠然长存；

纳兹鲁尔如惊雷破空，

撕碎沉沉长夜昏沉。

佳节从不止灯火璀璨，

亦非震彻天地鼓鸣，

更是遍体伤痕的灵魂，

依旧执意拥抱欢欣。

孟加拉从来不止文化荣光，

亦非漫漫长卷史章，

它是携满身伤痕的理想，

终凝成不灭信仰。

纵使世间寒凉迷惘，

苍穹失却温柔俯仰，

孟加拉自尘埃中轻语：

再度起身，重筑梦想。

注释

鲍尔（Baul）：孟加拉传统云游吟游诗人兼苦行隐士，以质朴民间歌谣与乐曲抒发禅意哲思与精神情怀。

Rooted Dreams | Bapon Dev Laru

Bengal is written in river-light,

In soil that holds old pain.

A thousand songs sleep underground,

Then rise as hope again.

Here mornings smell of incense smoke,

And evenings taste of tea,

Where silent streets of village

Still hum poetry.

A mother’s hands, a worn-out cloth,

A bedtime song so deep,

Can heal a heart that learned too soon

How hard it is to keep.

The Baul walks with open sky,

His one-string speaks of fire,

He sings of truth, of broken chains,

Of hunger and desire.

Tagore lives in gentle love,

In words that softly stay,

Nazrul roars like thunderstorm

That tears the night away.

Festivals are not only lights,

Or drums that shake the air,

They are the strength of wounded souls

Who still choose joy to wear.

Bengal is not just culture’s pride,

Or history’s long road,

It is a dream that carries scars

And still becomes a code.

And when the world feels cold and lost,

When skies forget to bend,

Bengal whispers through its dust:

“Rise again. Dream again.”

Word Note :

Baul - A Baul is a traditional Bengali wandering singer and mystic who expresses spiritual ideas through simple folk songs and music.