Thursday, December 18, 2014


(202)  Prathama jiivaner harano surer

The lost tunes of my early life,
In my heart, the songs still reside.
Full of color and style but ringed by modesty,
How will I sing those songs publicly.

Oh my Empathic Friend—
Oh my Empathic Friend, carry me beyond shame;
Today, let the flowers of my mind blossom.
By Your divine sport, by Your divine magic,
Everything blooms with sweet beauty.

Covered with leaves were the buds of my mind;
They were peeking through gaps between leaves.
Today, ignoring shyness and fear, I proceed
From the world of forms to the formless through sadhana.[1]

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