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I see now that I have been going to the wrong salon…förlåt. This is where the poets, storytellers and the musicians hang out…oh man that Harry Nilsson song sure brings back a lot of memories…

That version of the Russian Anthem had me almost choked up AHH. Powerful

Interesting Chinese string instrument Sudhi. Never seen one before.

Jim Byrnes – Cross Road Blues;

Leave Me Now – Leonid & Friends;

Kabir lived in Benares, India, in the 15th century. He was a weaver, a free-thinker and mystic, and opposed ritualism and false piety. Kabir’s own religious identity was ambiguous. His followers included both Hindus and Muslims. He wrote a large number of poems and songs in simple Hindi, which are still sung across north India even today.

The great Pandit Kumar Gandharva had delved deep into the mystical music tradition inspired by Kabir’s compositions.
Here is the master singing Kabir’s
“Ud Jayega Hans Akela”

A translation:
What is this world,
if not a play of illusions,
the swan (individual soul) will fly away alone from this play

Just like it is difficult to trace a leaf
that falls away from the tree,
Who knows where we go when
the winds of death scatter us

When our allotted time on earth is up,
when we cease to act in this drama,
Then, the messengers of Death (Yama)
will arrive to carry us away,
forcefully if need be

Kabir is immersed in the praise of the one Lord
and requests an early audience with the Lord,
Each one, guru and disciple alike,
will reap the fruits of their respective actions

**

Thanks dear QC, for constantly  reminding us of the Law of Karma.

THE TEN INDIAN COMMANDMENTS

– Treat the Earth and all that dwell thereen with Respect
– Remain close to the Great Spirit
– Show great respect for your fellow beings
– Work together for the benefit of all Mankind
– Give assistance and kindness wherever needed
– Do what you know to be right
– Look after the well being of mind and body
– Dedicate a share of your efforts to the greater good.
– Be truthful and honest at all times
– Take full responsibility for your actions

Apache song Tatanka;

Buffy Sainte-Marie & Tanya Tagaq – You got to Run (Spirit of the Wind);

“L’appuntamento” – The Appointment
by Ornella Vanoni

A translation:

I’ve been mistaken so many times by now that I already know
that today almost certainly
I was wrong about you once more
that you can change my life
and accept this strange appointment
has been a madness!

Love, make it happen soon
I don’t resist
I don’t exist
I don’t exist, I don’t exist

I am sad amongst the people
that are passing nearby
but the nostalgia of seeing you again
is stronger than all weeping
the sun shines on my face as a sign of hope
I am waiting when suddenly
You appear at a distance!

It is necessary to end this soon
to remember that I exist
That I exist
That I exist

Car lights, shop windows, streets
everything seems so confusing
my shadow is tired of following me
the day ends slowly
And to leave now
to return to my house
to my despairing life
this life that I wanted to give to you
has been crumbled between your fingers

Thank you amarynth for sharing that interesting story. I believe there is a higher power that leads us to meet certain people that changes our lives. What we give to others we will receive back in equal measure…

“So many gods, so many creeds so many paths that wind and wind, while just the art of being kind is all this sad world needs”.   – Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Johnny Cash and Willie Nelson in different kind of settings and surroundings;

Johnny Cash – The Man in Black;

Willie Nelson and Wynton Marsalis – Georgia on my mind;

Tango ‘Poema’ From Russia: Dmitry Vasin and Sagadina Hamzina, world champions 2018;

Palestine shall be free, the wall will fall !

Rim Banna – A Time to Cry; (a lament over Jerusalem)

Happy Easter one and all

siljan

Tchaikovsky – Hymns of the Cherubim;

Thank you Sudhi. One of my favorit tunes when I need some space for contemplation

Thank you Sushi. In Sweden you are not allowed to play the balalaika. The prevailing Russophobia borders on mental illness.
This Band “Södra Bergens Ballalaikor” was cancelled because some members play that Russian instrument..

Swedish Folk Band Banned From Singing in Ukraine’s Support Due to Russian Musical Instrument

The beloved poet Dan Andersson;

To Love

https://allmogens.se/en/poetry/till-karleken/

Women’s Troops of Russia – Victory Parade 2021;
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eJN7MOiUWJg

China Female Military Parade;

A favorite song of Mr P,
if I remember correctly :

Bertolt Brecht
Memory of Marie A :

One day in blue-moon September,
Silent under a plum tree,
I held her, my silent pale love
in my arms like a fair and lovely dream.

Above us in the summer skies,
Was a cloud that caught my eye.
It was so white and high up,
and when I looked up, it was no longer there.

And since that moment, many a September
Came sailing in, then floated down the stream.
No doubt the plum trees were cut down for timber
And if you ask what happened to my dream
I shall reply: I cannot now remember.

Though what you have in mind I surely know.
And yet her face: I really don’t recall it.
I just recall I kissed long ago.

Even the kiss would have been long forgotten
If that white cloud had not been in the sky.
I know the cloud, and shall know it forever,
It was pure white and, oh, so very high.

Perhaps the plum trees still are there and blooming.
Perhaps that woman has six children too.
But that white cloud bloomed only for a moment:
When I looked up, it vanished in the blue.

Eliades Ochoa – Concierto en el Gran Teatro de La Habana

Recalling “Seventeen Seconds of Spring and the intrepid Comrade Stierlitz, It seems that the KGB had an agent that looks vaguely familiar… evidently it was necessary to let Stierlitz know about Crimea, hence the face to face… Enjoy!

https://youtu.be/R07TIgQh2CM  (Stierlitz and Putin)

Possibly this Lady is unknown to y’all. Pretty songs, gal’s from the old America.

Best! P

Thanks, Mr. P, it’s always a pleasure to discover pretty songs

Fragrance in my heart
A petal falls, a bird calls
Dew drops melt away

by Syed Liaqath Peeran (b. 1950)
He hails from the Sufi background and composed haiku-like metrical verses.

Thank you Mr. P and Sudhi, beautiful voice !

Got a good chuckle from that Stierlitz and Putin skit…

People get ready…

Santana – Africa Bamba;

with Wagners as the vanguard …

Lyrics translation:
https://www.lyrics.com/lyric/38031002/The+HU/Wolf+Totem

It’s This Way :
Poem by Nazim Hikmet

I stand in the advancing light,
my hands hungry, the world beautiful.

My eyes can’t get enough of the trees–
they’re so hopeful, so green.

A sunny road runs through the mulberries,
I’m at the window of the prison infirmary.

I can’t smell the medicines–
carnations must be blooming nearby.

It’s this way:
being captured is beside the point,
the point is not to surrender.

Beautiful Iranian short film;

THE GUEST HOUSE
by Rumi

This being human is a guest house.
Every morning a new arrival.

A joy, a depression, a meanness,
some momentary awareness comes
as an unexpected visitor.

Welcome and entertain them all!
Even if they’re a crowd of sorrows,
who violently sweep your house
empty of its furniture,
still, treat each guest honorably.
He may be clearing you out
for some new delight.

The dark thought, the shame, the malice,
meet them at the door laughing,
and invite them in.

Be grateful for whoever comes,
because each has been sent
as a guide from beyond.

Raag Yaman – an evening raga
by Ustad Bismillah Khan

“To the Slanderers of Russia” (1831)
by Alexander Pushkin
Today is his Birthday

What do you raise an outcry over, national bards?
Why do you threaten Russia with Anathema?
What stirred you up? The throes of Lithuania?
Desist: this is a strife of Slavs among themselves,
An old domestic strife, already weighed by fate,
An issue not to be resolved by you.
Long since among themselves
These tribes have been at war;
More than once has bent beneath the storm
Now their, now our side.
Who will prevail in the unequal strife:
The boastful Lekh, or the faithful Ross?
Will the Slavonic streams converge in the Russian sea?
Will it dry up? Here is the question.
Leave us alone: you have not read
Those bloody tablets;
To you is unintelligible, you is alien
This family feud;
Mute to you are the Kremlin and Praga;
Unthinkingly you are beguiled
By the valor of a desperate struggle –
And you hate us . . .
And for what? Reply: is it because
On the ruins of blazing Moscow
We did not acknowledge the insolent will
Of him under whom you quaked?
Because we hurled into the abyss
The idol heavy-looming over kingdoms,
And with our blood redeemed
Europe’s freedom, honour, and peace?
You are menacing in words – just try to be in action!
Is then the old thane, resting on his bed,
Unfit to mount his bayonet is Ismail?
Or is the Russian Tsar’s word powerless by now?
Or is it new to us to be at odds with Europe?
Or has the Russian grown unused to victories?
Are there too few of us? Or will, from Perm to Tauris,
From frigid crags of Finland to the flaming Colchis,
From the shaken Kremlin
To stagnant China’s walls,
Flashing with steely bristle,
Not rise the Russian land?
So send
Your embittered sons to us, vitia:
There is a place for them in the fields of Russia,
Among alien coffins.

It’s summertime around here…

“And the Candles are Melting”
Russian title: Oplavlyayutsya svechi na starinnyj parket
by Vladimir Semyonovich Vysotsky

And the candles are melting
Out to the aging floors
The rain falls on shoulders
Like silver off epaulettes.
In a frenzy there fizzles
The golden champagne.
Let times past, fly away
I’m not one to complain.

In a pre-mortal anguish
with a back-looking glance,
The scared stags leap forward
Towards the deadly advance.
Someone points his long barrel
At the innocent breast…
Let bygones be bygones,
Come what may, if it be best.

With a heartless abandon
A clever hunter takes aim
With razor-sharp arrows
Into sunset’s red flame.
In the tempest of sound
A sad note cries shrill.
The past leaps and bounds,
Come what may, if it will.

Alexander Gradsky -Bardovskaya (Pendulum)
The pendulum swings – the heart stops.
What will be credited to whom – who knows about it?

Who someone likes, who is in disgrace,
What rightfully fell out – to whom it is horrible

What will fate predict for us, brothers, by nightfall
Will she smile, or won’t she?

We are alone and their lash, we are alone their bridle.
We will always be in time, we will not be late.

The hour of sunset has come – the pendulum will swing…
And without us guys, the fight won’t start.

And without us guys, the fight won’t happen.
We must part with life sometime…

What will fate predict for us, brothers, by nightfall
Will she smile, or won’t she?…

We’ll put up candles, we won’t be sad,
If it’s odd or even, we’ll find out tomorrow…

https://lyricsonline.ru/55168-aleksandr-gradskiy-bardovskaya.html

Mirza Ghalibs Paradise;
ham ko maaluum hai
jannat kii hakiiqat lekin
Ghazal and translation :

Albeit the moon at its fullest is better
Sun brings out beauty of the moon better

She won’t even bestow me a kiss
and yet keeps an eye on my heart
If she gets them for free it is better

If my cup breaks
from the bazaar I can get another
Compared to the Cup of Jamshid
my cup of clay is better

A gift freely given doubles the pleasure
The beggar who does not ask is better

When I see her my face lights up
And she thinks this invalid is better

Let us see what favour time brings to lovers
A pundit has said that this year will be better

His axemanship won Farhad
a chance to talk with Shirin
In any case for everyone
to have a skill is better

A drop that makes it to the sea
would become the sea
A task is worth undertaking
when its outcome is better

Oh, we know the truth about Heaven
Still, to keep the heart happy
Ghalib, such a notion is better

“L’appuntamento” – The Appointment
by Ornella Vanoni

A translation:
I’ve been mistaken so many times by now that I already know
that today almost certainly 
I was wrong about you once more
that you can change my life
and accept this strange appointment
has been a madness!

Love, make it happen soon
I don’t resist
I don’t exist
I don’t exist, I don’t exist

I am sad amongst the people
that are passing nearby
but the nostalgia of seeing you again
is stronger than all weeping
the sun shines on my face as a sign of hope
I am waiting when suddenly
You appear at a distance!

It is necessary to end this soon
to remember that I exist
That I exist
That I exist

Car lights, shop windows, streets
everything seems so confusing
my shadow is tired of following me
the day ends slowly
And to leave now
to return to my house
to my despairing life
this life that I wanted to give to you
has been crumbled between your fingers

Glenn Gould – Mozart – Turkish March

Yaja Wang – Turkish March

Bear is polite.

Man is rude.

In cross species affairs things can be misunderstood.

https://t.me/Slavyangrad/54267

Best! P

How do you solve a problem like Maria?
How do you catch a
cloud and pin it down?
How do you find the
word that means Maria?
A flibbertijibbet!
A will-o’-the wisp!
A clown!

I’d like to say a word in her behalf
Maria makes me laugh

She’d outpester any pest
Drive a hornet from its nest
She could throw a whirling dervish out of whirl
She is gentle! She is wild!
She’s a riddle! She’s a child!
She’s a headache! She’s an angel!
She’s a girl!

Oh, how do you solve a problem like Maria?
How do you hold a moonbeam in your hand?

權御天下 Sun Quan The Emperor

https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sun_Quan

Guzheng :
https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Guzheng

Back from a trip to the old Country (where people are allergic to spices to quote AHH..lol – and it’s true!) Limited access to WiFi.

This one is for you Sudhi;

Dear siljan, we have missed you
here for a while.
Thanks 🙏

Dave Brubeck – Take Five

Don’t cry for me Argentina:

This is the Rebel Song:

Sacrifice:

“Manipur May You Heal Soon” – Tiameren Aier (Official Music Video)

This song is composed for the people of Manipur to bring them together and unite for peace and prosperity. This is an effort by artists from Nagaland (a state in India) to promote peace and tranquility in the state of Manipur.

Apart from their home state of Nagaland, the Nagas also live in Manipur. They sincerely wish for a cessation of hostilities and concord between the Kuki’s and Meitei’s.

Let peace prevail in the land 🙏

Thanks for this Sudhi. It is sad what is happening in Manipur. This part of the world I know so very little about. ‘Let peace prevail in the land’ amen to that

Maa/ ba/ dahr/ az/ paye/ maal/ aamadem
Kaz/ paye/ tahseel-kamaal/ aamadem
– Amir Khusrow

We have not come to this world to amass wealth, but to acquire knowledge and perfection

understanding who and what we are,

brings the required perspective

allowing us to cultivate spiritual grace

and so face every challenge

that process of becoming

enables us to accept God’s will,

we gradually let go of the struggle

and realise everything is for our own good

Hello Dimitar, nice to see you here ! I love your poetry !

“And we know that for all those who love God, all things work together for good, for those who are called according to his purpose”

The rain stopped
From behind the Banana leaves
A butterfly flew away

Dear Siljan, many thanks for the welcome and kind words.

It is certainly a joy to find you here, and a blessing as doing so is a kind of ‘second wind’ for all of us who were previously friends at Andrej’s Moveable Feast Cafe. I’m grateful to be back and look forward to have another opportunity to share our humble views. Still a little at sea with the formatting here, eg; I was able to add images at the Daily Chronicles, but am unable to do so here. Discussed with amarynth, but so far have not been able to get through the tech issues. Sudhi, thanks for the lovely haiku, I’m a little crestfallen I can’t add an image, but here is the link to my haiku below, http://valenis.net/gallery4.php#image-4

sudden downpour,
a pair of rainsoaked crows –
on the way home

Someone sitting contentedly

in a quiet place, excited about things yet to come,

who’s not himself longed for by anyone

is a postcard to the rest of us

Rumi

(Open Secret; Translations Coleman Barks)

soul cannot be bound

up in fear and worry and

expect to be free

do not fear pain for

God is taking away that

which you no longer need

as the sun must shine

and the bird sing, so too

must man love

make love thy master, for

love is God and whosoever

loves shall find God

soul dwells beyond time

and space in that nameless world

ye know as God

the hidden secret
is that giving of ourselves
to others brings love

(Ok, just worked out the Preformatted thing, so will avoid that double spacing in future.

Lol, not quite it seems. Ok, if anyone can help me in avoiding the double spacing, please do so.

Viktor Tsoi – A pack of cigarettes

I am looking out
of someone’s window
and seeing someone’s sky
I can’t see the star that’s mine,
I roamed on the roads
here and there
Now, when looking back,
I couldn’t trace my footprints.

But if there’s a pack of cigarettes
in my pocket
Then the day’s not all that bad,
And a boarding pass
to a silver-wing-plane,
That takes off leaving
just a shadow behind.

No one wants to be found guilty
without a crime,
No one wants to pick up embers
with bare hands
And death without music
is not romantic,
So I wouldn’t want to die
without music.

But if there’s a pack of cigarettes
in my pocket
Then the day’s not all that bad,
And a boarding pass
to a silver-wing-plane,
That takes off leaving
just a shadow behind.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NwugFK3iChw

Suzanne Vega; Rosemary

Do you remember when you walked with me
Down the street into the square
How the women selling rosemary
Pressed the branches to your chest
Promised luck and all the rest
And put their fingers in your hair

I had met you just the day before
Like an accident of fate
In the window there behind your door
How I wanted to break in
To that room beneath your skin
But all that would have to wait

In the Carmen of the Martyrs
With the statues in the courtyard
Whose heads and hands were taken
In the burden of the sun
I had come to meet you
With a question in my footsteps
I was going up the hillside
And the journey just begun

My sister says she never dreams at night
There are days when I know why
Those possibilities within her sight
With no way of coming true
Some things just don’t get through
Into this world, although they try

In the Carmen of the Martyr
With the statues in the courtyard
Whose heads and hands were taken
In the burden of the sun
I had come to meet you
With a question in my footsteps
I was going up the hillside
And the journey just begun
All I know of you
Is in my memory
All I ask is you
Remember me

invisible tables

of atoms uphold the world

where you and I meet

ज़िंदगी क्या है अनासिर में ज़ुहूर-ए-तरतीब
मौत क्या है इन्हीं अज्ज़ा का परेशाँ होना

two translations:

What is life; a delicate balance of the five elements,
What is death; a slight disturbance of this equilibrium.

Life,
When elements become ordered, that’s all
Death,
But a moment when into chaos they fall

– Brij Narain Chakbast (1882-1926)

If We Lived Infinitely:

If we lived infinitely
Everything would change
But since we are finite
Most things stay the same.

– Bertolt Brecht

Resham Firiri is an old and very popular traditional Nepali song.

“Resham Firiri, Resham Firiri,
Oodera jaunki, danra ma bhanjyang Resham Firiri.”
My heart is fluttering like silk in the wind,
Shall we fly over or sit at the hilltop?
Fluttering silk…

“Kukura lai kuti ma kuti, biralo lai suri
Timro hamro maya preeti, do bato ma kuri.”
Call the puppy with love kuti kuti and the cat suri,
Your love and my love is waiting at the crossroads.

“Ek nale bandook, dui nale bandook, mirga lai taakeko
Mirga lai maile taakeko haina, maya lai daake ko.”
Single-barrel gun, double-barrel gun, aimed at the deer
It’s not the deer I aim at, I’m calling my beloved.

“Aakash ma jhahaj shadak ma motor nabahye gada cha
Yo man jasto tyo man bhayae tagat ghada cha.”
If there is no plane in the sky and no motors on the road, then there is a cart,
If both of their hearts are similar, then love will be stronger.

“Sano ma sano, gaai ko bachho, bheeriama Ram Ram
Chorera jana sakina maile, baru maya sangai jaun.”
The poor little calf is about to fall off the cliff,
I cannot leave you, my love, so let us save him together.

Thanks for your words of wisdom Dimitar. Thanks for the music Sudhi.

‘There are many dealers, wheelers and brokers but few artists, poets and saints’

Ooh, yeah! all right!
We’re jammin’:
I want to jam it wid you.
We’re jammin’, jammin’,
And I hope you like jammin’, too.

Ain’t no rules, ain’t no vow, we can do it anyhow:
I’n’I will see you through,
‘Cause everyday we pay the price with a little sacrifice,
Jammin’ till the jam is through.

We’re jammin’ –
To think that jammin’ was a thing of the past;
We’re jammin’,
And I hope this jam is gonna last.

No bullet can stop us now, we neither beg nor we won’t bow;
Neither can be bought nor sold.
We all defend the right; jah – jah children must unite:
Your life is worth much more than gold.

We’re jammin’ (jammin’, jammin’, jammin’)
And we’re jammin’ in the name of the lord;
We’re jammin’ (jammin’, jammin’, jammin’),
We’re jammin’ right straight from yah.

Yeh! holy mount zion;
Holy mount zion:
Jah sitteth in mount zion
And rules all creation.

Yeah, we’re – we’re jammin’ (wotcha-wa),
Wotcha-wa-wa-wa, we’re jammin’ (wotcha-wa),
See, I want to jam it wid you
We’re jammin’ (jammin’, jammin’, jammin’)
I’m jammed: I hope you’re jammin’, too.

Jam’s about my pride and truth I cannot hide
To keep you satisfied.
True love that now exist is the love I can’t resist,
So jam by my side.

Thanks, guys. A wonderful version of one my favourite Nirvana songs arranged for solo acoustic guitar by young Russian guitarist, Eiro Nareth.

Nirvana; “You Know You’re Right” Loud Acoustic Version

And thank you both for all of your musical (and other) contributions to The Cornucopia.

Dragan and Ratko Dautovski; “To Moni” from Apocolytpticum

A charming short film about making a Macedonian kaval;

“Just before his death, the legendary kaval player, Mile Kolarov said to me; “As a shepherd boy I knew how to settle my flock. With a melody I could make my sheep climb onto my shoulders like doves.Now as an old man, when sleep eludes me and mythoughts become disturbed, as the sheep did once, I get up and ply my naval in the moonlight to calm and soothe my spirit. I think that the range that these two images span encompasses all the engrossing metaphysical mystery of the naval and it’s
deathless sound – from a simple, utilitarian, shepherd’s device for settling his flock down to gentle grazing and peaceful, healthy digestion of their food in order to provide an abundance of milk and good quality wool to a musical instrument fitting and worthy of singing the praises of life and all nature and of the divine existence of the soul.”

The above words are attributed to Macedonian master of the kaval Mile Kolarov, and the below clip is of the master himself, posted by Australian musician, Lindsey Pollack, performing on Australian televison on 1979. An ezgija is essentially a meditative flute solo elaborating on a theme.

Mile Kolarev; Ezgija

Those who seek to pick a fight                                                                                                                                    See no further than their nose,                                                                                                                                     In tribulation take delight                                                                                                                                                And rejoice in every dying rose.

But victory comes not from up above                                                                                                                            And cannot be multiplied by powers of ten                                                                                                             Tis won through simple acts of love                                                                                                                        That spring from the selfless hearts of men

Victory

Those who seek to pick a fight

See no further than their nose,

In tribulation take delight

And rejoice in every dying rose.

But victory comes not from up above

And cannot be multiplied by powers of ten

Tis won through simple acts of love

That spring from the selfless hearts of men

dreading the future,                                                                                                                                                           dreading the past,                                                                                                                                                            caught in the narrowest of nows                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                     hoping for this,                                                                                                                                                                    hoping for that,                                                                                                                                                                   held sway by a multitude of ‘hows’                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                               when the emotions are shot                                                                                                                                             and the fire burns hot,                                                                                                                                                      and the flames they lap at your heels                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                            burn all your crosses,                                                                                                                                                         surrender your losses,                                                                                                                                                   let go of all of your ‘steals’                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                             for the burdens you bear                                                                                                                                                  aren’t worth the care,                                                                                                                                                        blinding you as they do to the day                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                 unravel the spin,                                                                                                                                                                 let the silence back in,                                                                                                                                                      and in no time you’ll be back on your way!

In No Time

Dreading the future, dreading the past,

Caught in the narrowest of nows.

Hoping for this, hoping for that,

Held sway by a multitude of ‘hows’.

When the emotions are shot and the fire burns hot,

And the flames they lap at your heels.

Burn all your crosses, surrender your losses,

Let go of all of your ‘steals’.

For the burdens you bear aren’t worth the care,

Blinding you as they do to the day.

Unravel the spin, let the silence back in,

And in no time you’ll be back on your way!

The Italian singer and songwriter Toto Cutugno has passed away at the age of 80 https://ria.ru/20230822/kutuno-1891611584.html

Kabir lived in Benares, India, in the 15th century. He was a weaver, a free-thinker and mystic, and opposed ritualism and false piety. Kabir’s own religious identity was ambiguous. His followers included both Hindus and Muslims. He wrote a large number of poems and songs in simple Hindi, which are still sung across north India even today.

The great Pandit Kumar Gandharva had delved deep into the mystical music tradition inspired by Kabir’s compositions.
Here is the master singing Kabir’s
“Ud Jayega Hans Akela”

A translation:
What is this world,
if not a play of illusions,
the swan (individual soul) will fly away alone from this play

Just like it is difficult to trace a leaf
that falls away from the tree,
Who knows where we go when
the winds of death scatter us

When our allotted time on earth is up,
when we cease to act in this drama,
Then, the messengers of Death (Yama)
will arrive to carry us away,
forcefully if need be

Kabir is immersed in the praise of the one Lord
and requests an early audience with the Lord,
Each one, guru and disciple alike,
will reap the fruits of their respective actions

the winds sing and the                                                                                                                             lilies spin and everything                                                                                                                      is as it should be

i am listless for that
moonrise of beauty
which will light my life
in gladness of my heart