Friday, December 31, 2010

Awake-'karunasri' jandhyalaPapayya Sastry

Prince! In the palaces grand
You swing in the flowery swings
In the shadows of the eyes of the queen
thrilled over smiling cheeks of the baby
Open your eyes !
You’ ve slept enough!

Don’t be angry
For disturbing your sleep or
Estranging you from the edge of your love’s of saree
Merge your heart
Not just in your love’s heart
But in ‘Udayasri’ that awakens
The flowers of hearts of folks asleep.

Sweet paradise found in
Your love is not the sole aim
The wretched are crying
Go along with your wife
to wipe out their tears
you could find heavens crores and crores.

Become the Buddha and awaken the sleepy,
Give up your life for elevating peace, love and Dharma
Service to humanity alone leads to enlightenment
Cleanse the world old
In nectarine streams of love and affection.

Arise, awake! and drive the chariot
On the path of peace
Fill the mornings of new life
As the circle of light whole
Tie up the ribbons of welfare
With love as a thread
In the hearts of humanity frail like flower.

While life is throbbing in throat
Stream out tears from the eyes of the lamb
Under the butcher’s sword
Embrace it! Cajole and remove its agony!

The moon of compassion !
Turn this earth into heaven
And halahal ( poison) in to nectar
Rain rasa of love over the world!
While the shine of crown of Ahimsa
Radiate all corners.


MEANINGFULNESS

No desire in our minds
To dance on the heads of gods
Sitting cozily in temples
And receiving worship by priests.

No curiosity in our minds
To lead life of vestige shamelessly
To fill air with powder
And give feasts of nectar to a swarm of bees.

No interest to fade away
Under the brutal humans
Rolling on the beds of flowers
Cozily in chambers private.

No longing to mould fashions
In the hair of ladies
Who remove
And string us into garlands.

No craving to forget ourselves
By turning into garlands made by love
To adorn the necks of lovers
And get crushed in their embraces.

We find merit in
Blossoming in wind gentle on a dawn
And falling and dying
At the feet of mother compassionate .

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