(126) Ek parikramar halo anta
One rotation[1] has finished.
The days[2], they transpire;
The year passes by.
So many flowers fall to ground;
So many fruits tumble down.
The year passes by.
Through many songs with heat and beat,
Through much anxiety and flow of tears,
With my life the year did blend;
But now, alas, it's getting spent...
It slips away into obscurity.
Those who come, arrive to leave;
Those who depart, go to appear.
Those who float off unto yon blue,
They will return anew...
They will turn up in fresh beauty.
One rotation has finished.
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Nothing is truly lost. A physical lifetime is just a single rotation of the spinning wheel that is our existence.
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