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2273 (26/01/1985) D


PRAJÁPATI PÁKHANÁ MELE
UŔCHE KENO, KE JÁNE

KÁHÁR KHONJE ÁJ KE SE JE
GHURE BEŔÁY MADHUVANE
UŔCHE KENO, KE JÁNE

ÁR KONO BHÁVANÁ JE NÁI
ÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁ
ÁR KONO BHÁVANÁ JE NÁI
MADHUR ÁSHE ÁSCHE SADÁI
MUKTA PRÁŃER SNIGDHA
DHÁRÁY UDDVELITA ÁNAMANE
UŔCHE KENO, KE JÁNE

VARŃACCHAT́AY PRAJÁPATI
ÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁÁ
VARŃACCHAT́AY PRAJÁPATI
MAN KORAKE MADHUR DYUTI
UPACE PAŔÁ PRÁŃER GATI
SAḾGIITERI SHINJINE
UŔCHE KENO, KE JÁNE

PRAJÁPATI PÁKHANÁ MELE
UŔCHE KENO, KE JÁNE


The Prajapati (the liberated butterfly),
spreads its wings and flies off.
What for, who knows?

Today, in search of whom, does it wander about in the garden?
It has no other thought:

it always comes in the hope of getting honey,
with a free mind, a soft flow and unmindfully restless.

The colourful butterfly,
bestows a sweet glow to the core of mind.
Life’s movements overflow,
as the ankle bells of its song resound.







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