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Jannah Firdaus Mediapro The Meaning of Surah 54 Al-Qamar The Moon (La Luna) From The Holy Quran Bilingual Edition

History
English
5514 Words
No Age Recommendation
62
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The Meaning of Surah 54 Al-Qamar The Moon (La Luna) From The Holy Quran Bilingual Edition In English and Spanish Languange. The Surah revolves around the Signs of Allah SWT (God) and those who believe and deny them from amongst the polytheists. The splitting of the Qamar [moon] is amongst the great signs shown by God to the people of Makkah which they still resulted on them continuing their disbelief. The Surah talks about the approaching Day of Judgment. It describes some of the scenes of that Day. It also tells us that Allah's judgment may come here and now. There are references to the flood that came at the time of Prophet Noah AS, the punishment of the people of 'Ad, Thamud, People of Prophet Lot AS, the Pharaoh and his people. It ends with the good news for the Believers who will be near their Lord in the gardens of bliss. This Surah takes its name from the first Ayat: "The Hour has come near, and the moon has split [in two]." (54:1). Surah al-Qamar is in the 27th Juzz and the word Qamar [moon] appears in the Qur'an 27 times. An interesting observation is that the Moon orbits the Earth every 27 days. There are 55 Ayat in this Surah. La sura gira en torno a los signos de Allah SWT (Dios) y aquellos que los desmienten y niegan entre los politeístas. La división de Qamar [luna] es una de las grandes señales mostradas por Dios a la gente de La Meca, que todavía resultaron en que continuaran con su incredulidad. La sura habla del próximo Día del Juicio. Describe algunas de las escenas de ese día. También nos dice que el juicio de Allah puede venir aquí y ahora. Hay referencias al diluvio que vino en la época del profeta Noé AS, el castigo del pueblo de 'Ad, Thamud, el pueblo del profeta Lot AS, el faraón y su pueblo. Termina con las buenas nuevas para los creyentes que estarán cerca de su Señor en los jardines de la dicha. Esta Surah toma su nombre del primer Ayat: "La Hora se ha acercado, y la luna se ha partido [en dos]". (54: 1) Surah al-Qamar está en el 27 de Juzz y la palabra Qamar [luna] aparece en el Corán 27 veces. Una observación interesante es que la Luna orbita la Tierra cada 27 días. Hay 55 Ayat en esta Sura. [more]

Keywords: islam, afterlife, Allah, Quran, Moon, Al-Qamar, Muhammad, God, Paradise

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Swami Abhedânanda How to be a Yogi

Self-Help
English
20106 Words
Ages 8 and up
164
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Spirituality does not depend upon the reading of Scriptures, or upon learned interpretations of Sacred Books, or upon fine theological discussions, but upon the realization of unchangeable Truth. In India a man is called truly spiritual or religious not because he has written some book, not because he possesses the gift of oratory and can preach eloquent sermons, but because he expresses divine powers through his words and deeds. A thoroughly illiterate man can attain to the highest state of spiritual perfection without going to any school or university, and without reading any Scripture, if he can conquer his animal nature by realizing his true Self and its relation to the universal Spirit; or, in other words, if he can attain to the knowledge of that Truth which dwells within him, and which is the same as the Infinite Source of existence, intelligence, and bliss. He who has mastered all the Scriptures, philosophies, and sciences, may be regarded by society as an intellectual giant; yet he cannot be equal to that unlettered man who, having realized the eternal Truth, has become one with it, who sees God everywhere, and who lives on this earth as an embodiment of Divinity. The writer had the good fortune to be acquainted with such a divine man in India. His name was Râmakrishna. He never went to any school, neither had he read any of the Scriptures, philosophies, or scientific treatises of the world, yet he had reached perfection by realizing God through the practice of Yoga. These powers begin to manifest in the soul that is awakened to the ultimate Reality of the universe. It is then that the sixth sense of direct perception of higher truths develops and frees it from dependence upon the sense powers. This sixth sense or spiritual eye is latent in each individual, but it opens in a few only among millions, and they are known as Yogis. With the vast majority it is in a rudimentary state, covered by a thick veil. When, however, through the practice of Yoga it unfolds in a man, he becomes conscious of the higher invisible realms and of everything that exists on the soul plane. Whatever he says harmonizes with the sayings and writings of all the great Seers of Truth of every age and clime. He does not study books; he has no need to do so, for he knows all that the human intellect can conceive. He can grasp the purport of a book without reading its text; he also understands how much the human mind can express through words, and he is familiar with that which is beyond thoughts and which consequently can never be expressed by words. [more]

Keywords: how to be a yogi, hatha yoga, raja yoga, bhakti yoga, karma yoga, jnana yoga, yoga theory, yoga practice

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Santosh Jha Grammar of Life, Poetry of Living

Psychology
English
41671 Words
Ages 16 and up
107
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If you feel, honesty is musical, simplicity is sweet, reality is multidimensional and life-living is experiences optimization process; this eBook is for you. However, it is only half a book; remaining half shall happen after you shape up its emergence. Melody, rhythm, verve emerge, as you willfully orchestrate them. Magic awaits you in 2022; beyond. Grammar and poetry have been laid out. Step in. Exhausted, bitter; probably a bit down, after prolonged stretch of chaos and gloom! You are looking for novel, alternative life-living experiences, choices! The current madness is deep; remedial wisdom is complex and clarity of insight mired in mist of fake realities. This eBook is a process of simplifying solutions in melodious, lovable ways, with a magical togetherness, never engineered before. The eBook talks about complex life-living issues, with an aim to create novel and alternative ways to optimize beauty, bliss, brilliance and buoyancy in times of chaos and gloom. The knowledge, which shall create pathways to potentials, is also very complicated and huge. But, they have been simplified, with daily life examples. You have option to seek content suitable to your specific needs. Change is inevitable. However, often; wrong and undesirable changes happen, not because of lack of information but by partial, fake and half-baked information. In this eBook, we talk about life-living, novel and alternative changes, based on objective, holistic and scientifically updated information. We talk about how and why there is express need to reorient the populist and culturally dominated ideas and idealism of success, richness, relationship, intimacy and many other life-living ‘realities’. Special care has been taken to simplify complex ideas and processes, with examples from life-living experiences. The eBook is unique in the sense that it extends you the choice to personalize it by ensuring, what content you want to have, suiting your needs and personal fittingness. Everything is Information and all constituents and parts, forming this infinite plexus and system of Information, including humans, have only one identity – We are Fields, Landscapes, Information; within the colossal reality of infinite cosmos. This awareness is maturity. The practice of this reality is actually being alive. Only alive can understand grammar of life and poetry of living. Our consciousness has the potential to show us the realities of the cosmos and even beyond. We only kill its true potentials by restricting information to it only from a very small and localized milieu. Knowledge and its internalization open up and expand the milieus and it aligns us with the vastness of Information in the wider landscape of the cosmos. Larger and wider the Information landscape, better and greater is the potential of consciousness to create realities of novel and alternative experiences to us. This is the Grammar of Life. We shall elaborate all aspects of this grammar in this eBook. The Poetry of Living involves this very critical but exclusively personal ingredient of Awareness, its internalization and holistic usage to process out integration and assimilation of myriads of elements (information) in internal and external milieus. Many people have the knowledge of Grammar but very few can create Poetry. This happens as they are good at ingredients but not as good and successful at processes. We talk about these processes here in details, with examples and daily-life experiences to facilitate understanding. At the very outset, we need to talk about ‘Reality’ of ‘Success’ and ‘Richness’. The wise of humanity tells us that true success and richness of life-living is not in money, power, fame and consumption. It is in quantitative and qualitative abundance of probabilistic experiences of myriad shades and hues of Realities. These are complex ideas but this eBook has made it simple and easy. I humbly assure; this eBook shall make you truly rich and successful. Thanks. [more]

Keywords: Blissfulness, Richness, Experiences, Reality, Life-Living, Choices, Novelty

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Santosh Jha I As It Witnesses Me

Self-Help
English
9635 Words
Ages 16 and up
63
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There are fundamental ideas of consciousness, cognition, intentionality, landscapes of information, intellect, body-mind processes, etc, which in their holism, form the basis of eligibility for your potential optimization and lasting wellness. This eBook invites you to witness your ‘I’ journeying into landscapes and dimensions of ‘Me’, for easy-simple actualization of all life-living successes. Intellect is not needed for culturally benchmarked, repetitive-restricted success of slavish endowments. Tragically; world of probabilities, of novel and alternative utility-worth, for bliss and contentment opens up only when ‘I’ has the Will and Wherewithal to witness realities and journey ‘Me’, beyond subconscious intentionality. Intellect is eligibility. I Witnessing Me, pathways beyond-ness. This I Witnessing Me is structurally embedded in brain states itself and its functionality, though multidimensional, is amenable to patterned understanding. This is science but has larger elements of personal artistry to actualize the optimal potentials of the landscape of I Witnessing Me. This artistry has been elaborated in ancient Oriental traditions of Yoga and Buddhist philosophies. Modern day art of Vipasana is related to this very idea. However, most of these artistries are very restrictive as they have become hugely ritualistic. It is another reality for long deliberation as how democratization of idealism emaciates its shiny verve and renders it to mediocrity of ritualistic pragmatism. Since thousands of years, this very probability or hypothesis of I Witnessing Me has been the very basis of philosophies. The personhood, its feel about individuality, its interactions with external milieus and their experiences, the impact of such experiences on personhood et al were agenda of philosophical interests. They all emerged out of the three elements of I, Me and Milieus. Later, especially in modern and contemporary times, science took over the agenda and added its researched and experimented discoveries to the existing knowledge of humanity about the above-mentioned domain. Both philosophy as well as science has common agenda and the singular aim and purpose of all their endeavors are to understand reality better and create such knowledge, which could make life-living experiences improved and empowered for every human being. An individual can do the same. He or she does not need to be either a philosopher or a scientist to make his or her life better. It is available for any common person, who is open to the idea of I Witnessing Me and practices the artistry involved in these processes of witnessing. It is however important to understand the science behind the artistry and purpose shaping up the artistry. This eBook journeys you through the scientific factuality about some very crucial ideas and idealisms. It also elaborates the details of artistry involved in the idea behind I Witnessing Me. Like all my 52 eBooks; this eBook is also part of my continued and humble enterprise to share with you, what I have internalized, in a holistic way and ease of understanding, to facilitate your potential optimization. It is short and crisp. Hopefully, it shall make you feel happy as the eBook deals with very usual life-living issues, with a very novel and alternative perspective. Welcome. [more]

Keywords: Consciousness, Individuality, Intellect, Intentionality, Life-Living, Potential Optimization, Higher Purposes

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Santosh Jha Fifth Force

Psychology
English
28720 Words
Ages 16 and up
63
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Four forces create all realities but what crafts humanity’s worst criminalized-depraved-brutal actualities? Fifth Force hypothesis seeks to decipher ‘mystical code’ that plays out harmonious-melodious probabilities; supplanting them over discordant-cacophonous propensities in human world, lives. It revisits fundamentals of life-living; especially relationships, to install lasting bliss, fruition. Fifth Force premise journeys beyond populist perceptions of good-bad, right-wrong, success, morality, even meanings and experiences; to unravel probability of a ‘Cosmic Causality’, pervading and embedded in consciousness as well as in building blocks of reality, which installs and sustains aesthetics and homeostatic synergy in emergent realities. It diagnoses pathologies; seeks code of vitality. This eBook delves into the spectrum of reality, in a novel and alternative way; as facilitated by modern contemporary scientific knowledge of the mechanisms and processes of all realities. The Fifth Force metaphor attempts to deliberate on the cosmic construct of the criminality-depravity-hypocrisy-deception-shamelessness-brutality-insanity of contemporary humanity and in turn discover the missing element and dimension, which have potentials of nobility-amiability-mutuality-magnanimity-sincerity-fraternity. It also inquires the processes of emergence of realities within human body-brain mechanism as well as in external milieus of society-cultures, to ascertain where and how realities get aligned to discord-cacophony, instead of harmony-melody. This Fifth Force enterprise is aimed at bringing to deliberation the reality that since ages, we all have been used to accepting meanings in a definitive way and restricted to some experiences, dominant in popular cultures and it is high time we revisit them and accept novel and alternative dimensions about them. We must revisit the earliest landscapes of brains as well as consciousness to unravel true and unadulterated feel of experiences, as they engender in brain states, representing meanings, through metaphors. We must revisit all meanings; which we take for granted and seldom think about their true nature. We must revisit critical ideas and feels of morality, aesthetics, melody, harmony, poise, emotions, righteousness, et al. This revisiting is a two-way process – first we need to unlearn this age-old and innate subconscious habit of accepting populist and intuitive meanings and experiences and secondly; we must then learn and accept a novel and alternative meanings and experiential realities, as propounded and enunciated by modern science. It is a humble and simple hypothesis that probably contemporary humanity is in such calamitous shape and spirit because of our old, archaic, obsolete and partial perceptions about life-living realities, realities of Self and Reality of the cosmos as a whole. That is why I continue to write about probable novel and alternative meanings and experiences, so that you embark on this new journey, which contemporary science beckons you to. This is the road to neo-spiritualism as knowledge is true divinity. This is the definitive journey towards the optimization of your true potentials. All meanings as well as experiences in life-living must always align to potential optimization. Thanks. Welcome. [more]

Keywords: Blissfulness, Fulfillment, Aesthetics, Harmony, Intimacy, Potential Optimization, Alternative Thinking

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Original:Perugu.Ramakrishna Flemingo

Translation:Jagadhaatri

Poetry
English
3399 Words
No Age Recommendation
670
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FLEMINGO..(lONG POEM ON MIGRATED BIRDS) Time is infinite Time is a canoe Time is a winged dove Time is desert silence Time is the rumble of the oceans Time is the showering rain droplet It is the tremor of the heart Time is the lingo of history Time is an eternal test A non stop journey is time A ceased path is time Time is life Time is a flow Time is death Time is the opportune right Time is a tide Time is the breath Time is invisible Time is tangible Time is a scene of beauty The breath of an atom is time The tune of an iota is time Time is the play of life and death Time is the envoy of peace and terror There is no shore that the time has not touched And no ray of light untouched by time Time is the manifestation of the ancient Brahman The modern interpretation of duty is time Time is earthly and heaven Time is eternal Time is the river of life Life is a journey In the stream of time! (2) Journey Is a feature of instability The flow A lively spirit Flower voyages Pollinated From flower to flower The bird travels As love From shore to shore As a lineage Procreation Is the maternal instinct And desire for procreation Is the essence of the expansion of the soul Copulation Is it only pertaining to the man alone? Justice in creation Flourishes in plural Many rain droplets do make a rain Umpteen leaves do make a tree Millions of cells do make one creation Loneliness is not the trait of the world Embossing fetus in the ovum The bird blows the warmth of breath The cosmic universe is Perceived in totality by the inner eye (3) Every move is a journey Every death is a journey Every birth is a voyage Flight is the winning spirit of the migrating birds The effort of the ocean of love Is to procreate As the oceans run With the feet of waves As the air flows In wavy winds As life continues With the unending breaths As the world rounds in Non stop news In wings and wings Do fly and arrive these birds The creatures with passion and patience Thousands of kilometers of restless journey To the destination afar In search of wonderlands A partly witness of the Irrepressible instinct The soaring birds flying Like hunks of the rainbow Like the seven colored sankranthi(pongal rangoli) The flowing sea of the bird flock Floats on the treasures of the blue oceans The jingling song of the migrating birds Is a travel A stopover A sojourn A libido All are the traces of the moving time…. (4) The bird is the Infinite freedom with sprouted wings The eyes filled with a fear And a shiver As the soldier of the border forces The bird is a being, all time alert Onlooker with a quest It is the bird that Smears a mosaic of colors To the ends of the wings And tips of the tails The bird is the one Which casts net and Catches hold of the Jet velocity And the splendor of winds In the moment of hunger It is the bird that Surgically operates the available food And feeds on it as a fork Welcoming a dawn The bird is the Wake up call To the society Crossing a cold night Slivering the foggy morn With its beak Flying fast with its legs apart Runs the bird in prey hunt Testing the air contaminated From the farthest branch Of a tall tree It is the bird that removes the pollution On a sunny afternoon On a choicest water meadow It is the bird that Jumps and thumps And somersaults Playing water khabaddi Fluttering the body Dries its wings Measuring the distance of thousands of miles It is the migrating bird That carries The history of the other side of the world To the culture this side And the race of that land To this generation here The bird is the flying goddess of passion A flying message of peace Completing the journeys By the twilight of dusk Gathering near the tree It is the bird that gets ready for a chorus concert It is the bird that reflects The mynahs of poesy Gandharvas (divine singers) of music And the doyens of music Hunger, sleep, love, and passion Are similar to all the living beings Between birth and death Birds too have relations They are not promiscuous Birds too have a social life They do not know social betrayal The bird that unfolds its broad wings of vast feels Seldom knows selfishness It does not contract with narrow mindedness To the lady bird That sits over in hatching With all balance and patience The snacks of Pulicot Brought tucked in the bags beneath its nose Is fed in pecks and perks by the male The bird is beyond jealousy and hatred To the villagers who saved it from Any one shooting a bullet The bird as a good Samaritan in ardent gratitude, Makes the land fertile with its drops Gifting a three times crop and leaves the land The bird must be a role model for the man..!! For sincerity and commitment And discipline. (5) Exodus is an unending journey Migration an age old fete When the hues of life’s backdrop change Exodus is a weapon When the clouds anger Making scarce a droplet of rain The village turns an exodus To the anna datha (farmer) The farmer’s life turns a coolie Exodus transports a generation Exodus changes the way of life At times migration in life Encircles as a whirl pool At times drowns as a typhoon It makes you travel out to the continents For the sake of the tiny belly There is no race and no religion The hunger’s language is universal It may sojourn over anywhere Will make you do anything Stretches its hand until the belly is filled From a dark continent On to the dais of light From an icy country To the warm place Builds the bridge of the seasons (6) The pelicans moving on the wings of time The flamingos that ram in the air car The Painted storks flown in like kites Fluttering on the Konkanai Sails of the waves are the black cranes As the ambassadors of many countries Have taken part in the international conference The nature is all over colorful messages of love All the festivals of love of the bird tourists Are happily celebrated by the youth On all the branches of the land are the happy resorts In whichever village lost is the eye It is the hustle of the moving colorful dreams Are the goods of the empires of Manmadha(god of love) The secrets of Mithuna rasi(Zodiac sign pertaining to love) The hundred puzzles of the colorful flying boats All over the Pulicot lake is the congregation of romantic heroes All over the sky of Pulicot are the airs of emotions Each bird is a hoisted flag of poesy The colorful parrot is a short poem of dreams The dark legged crane that has soiled its feet in the dirt of darkness Washes them in the blue Pulicot The myriad colored sea-parrot Dives into the waters as the water drawing pulley Alone a great sage Stands on single foot in penance When in the shades of waters narayani(heron) appears He chants the manthra of gutakayaswaha(i.e. to swallow it) Folding its wings to the sides of time Gudaswami(the paddy bird or pond heron) Takes thrice a dip in the Pulitheertham(name of a place) As if thousands of women Are stilled as a picture In the postures of classical Indian dances On the dais are the postures of the imitating flamingos The everlasting fight of the usurpers for the water treasure And for the enticing damsels As if the Nelapattu has blown the snake charm Every now and then they journey to the home Naughty kids being the waves, Floating are the winged boats The structure that has turned The Pralaya Kaveri(stormy Kaveri) Into pranaya Saveri(lovable Saveri(a raga)) In the radiant jugalbandi of the jalatharangini Is the passionate shower of dazzling ragas As soon as it dawns in Pulicot Spreading the colorful carpet Entwining the hues of spring and winter Flows as a soaring garden of blooms Watering the mouth of the awaiting sea. (7) The bird guests under the boundless skies Are the messiahs of universal brotherhood The romantic tales carried over by the great poets The Manmadhas(gods of love) who well knew the secrets of love Lovers they are, who have left their family and place With an ardent desire to beget off springs Though in the size of a seed, but vast are their hearts Their eyes are like lamps without wicks To spread light is their message To perceive life is their philosophy Life is a penance Life is radiance Life is a dawn Life is providence Life a tune of the creation From generation to generation pervades life From earth to heaven is the debate of puranas Life is an eternal stream of time! The birds are the flags hoisted by the King of time!! (8) There – On each branch is a concert In each nestle, a sonata Every tree a cluster of myriad hues A bird fete all over the lands Chirps and tickles Coos and laughs Many a confluences of umpteen springs of ragas Many a sum of joy With the exciting songs of the round eyed ones The climate is delighted In the highways of power filled skies A colorful dream unfolds The milky-way Turns a rosy hued stream In the time of saran navarathri Saphari Theerdham(name of a place) Relaxes in the conference of arts The banjara(wagabond) birds that have come Croon the songs of coos They spread out the treasure troves of love Onto the nest of the worlds To the noises of the love making birds All the stars peer down to the earth The ways of love of the romantic hearts Breathe out the passions in loneliness Stretching his hands of rays, sun of the dawn Applies henna in stealth Unfolding the doors of their hearts The blooms color themselves in serenity Color is the manifestation of spirit of life! The lands that were not greeted till the day before Today are, the life of the birds summit The trees that were faded till the day before Are today the strings played veenas Thousands of flute songs of Krishna Now the morns of Nelapattu Are the wavy streams of sweet melodies Now the evenings of Nelapattu Are the springs of songs of the elixir of love A pelican tucks in its lover Into the nestle of its wings A painted stork nearing it Woos its beloved with its long snout The sabari crane in the tune of passion Loses himself to the sweet song of its lady love Turning its body into breath the wood pecker Smears all over the body of its heart throb Not only the floods of milky bosoms But the ardor of sperm too flows In the great yagna of the Santhana Lakshmi(the goddess of children) Millions of lives are dawned (9) Not only the Devakakulu But all the birds are the ancient kith and kin! All our visiting birds are Manvanthara purandharas!(the age old lords of Heaven) We assume the Bulbul to be an alien When have we seen it as a peace monger? We feel the blind crane as the evil spirit Have we ever counted it as the Charioteer of virtue? Though the python is black in color It is as good hearted as the dark lord (Lord Krishna) All the beautiful dances of the red breast are The festoons of light of the happy family ways In the life rituals of the branches Pour in the fuel of lively smiles In the bright journey of procreation, both the branches Ignite the lights of new radiances Numerous tales of love, umpteen loves Each branch is the cottage of Vathsayana(the author of Kama Sutra) Every nestle is a sound of music No creation, no rains, no destruction No progress of the world is possible without the family life Children are to the man, seeds of time And the ovum is the radiance of dynamism for the bird From the seed the tree and from the tree the seed Is the first step to the world’s progress To the yagna(ritual sacrifice) of the migrating birds The flourishing Kadapa tree is the dais The tree is the green flag hoisted by the nature The tree is the comfort to the exhausted mankind To the alien birds that crossed the oceans The tree is the temple of conjugal bliss To the on spreading bird dynasties The tree is the temple of the secret of creation (10) Time is always an open book All are open truths that are snuggled into it Time is a teacher that seldom taught anything to anyone Time is the emissary that tells every one everything The foreign birds are the prophets of yoga of life They are the bosom friends that do not know the hatreds of the borders They are the alien yogis that do not have lust They are the enlightened ones that have seen the secret of the kala chakra(the cycle of time) Greets in the universal lingo, and ecstasies They are well cultured ones that conduct unity camps Holy souls overflow in joy To the emigrant flock with the touch of this land In the lush green shade Appear the dreams of morrow’s generation That’s why I say bird is the indication of time It is the symphony of the past, present and future The holy fire of confluence is the endorsement of trikala tantra Bird loves a bird Soul copulates with the soul Nelapattu is the dais of the perseverance of Poundarika Nelapattu is the indication of age old yagas The sowing of seeds of life from generations Nature is the balancing measure here It is here that nature takes another breath And here the world gives birth to another creation This little land after crossing over the oceans Is a living home for a race It is a pillow of the joys and sorrows Where the dharma of Buddha has excelled It is the stage of dance for the danseuse Rathi Devi(wife of kamadeva, the lord of love) That knew the mystic tune or the tune of mysticism It’s the moment that seeks the justification of the soul Having understood the inevitability of the mortal body Forgetting the body pleasure, and pleasure of the body Manmadha becomes a passionate yogi here It’s the nature that fulfils it’s duty on this land Turning to be a man, it furthers the creation Congregation of birds that have no disparities An egalitarian equality The fragrance of passion to the ones who open eyes And to the eyes closed sages The liberation of the soul Time, changing colors as seasons For a minute, ecstasies as birds It’s here that begins an end To the time infinite The foundation is laid here From the end to the endless (11) Flamingo offers with love to its lady The bedisa(silver fish) that it brings with its nose How much it longs for its lover When it succeeds to fly in whirls Catching the vanjaram(the scomber or the seer -fish )in the net of its nose Fluttering its wings dreams of off springs Who must have taught so many tunes to these birds? How was such passion adorned to these round eyed ones? Which bird was that have shown way to this place? That results every year in this compulsory family fair The ecstasy of life in the foreyard of Nelapattu Wings sprout to the nestlings The tiny fish school, become their food grains Pulicot is the field of water crop The tiny shrimp is the fruit of the crop Fluttering its wings the blue flamingo Hounds the snake fish The crooked nose lakumuki(king fisher) bird Chase the mattagidasa(the sucking fish, called the Echeneis)) Having shattered the line of the girasa(short) fish The baby paraja(Rasica) crow feels joyous The sky seems congested To the nestlings that got wings The blue lake is the food store To the red breast that has learnt to fly In the battle for food To the shouts of hunger and The dance of the Bharatha(Titlark or Pippit called in Dakhini Chendul)) bird Searching for prey Bulbul is the food Hunger is the age old enemy to all the living beings To gratify hunger is peace for any being Even the gods of heaven savor elixir in hunger When big fish is swallowing the small ones Why is it wrong if birds feed on fish? As if the rainbows had bathed As the Apsaras (divine courtesans of the heaven)cast their charms Festival of colors on the waves of Pulicot A divine game of the baby sparrows The water meadow filled with children Looks like a conference of joy and gay In the eyes of the bird watchers Reflects a kaleidoscope of colors From Nelapattu to Pulicot This bird festival Flows like a stream of water colors The celebration reaches the skies Neither trap nor net, and no hook Beak is the mere weapon The battle of hunger seldom stops Even in tides and in the nets of waves and typhoons All the expertise lies in hunting However a great jalapushpam(fish) The test is to catch the prey with its beak Is the sanguine trait shared Pulicot is the resort for a change of climate For the progress of the breed the trunks of Nelapattu are the residencies The Pralaya Kaveri is now the grace f love Every nestling born here is morrow’s bird The yester born narayana(the common heron) The water parrot that fed on this land Having breathed his first in the nest of this tree Can the alien Sabari ever forget? The colorful dreams of the pelicans The blooms of hope of their beautiful nights The cool breeze and the odor of the soil of Nelapattu Can the red breast ever lose memory of this honeymoon? The ecology of India echoed with The divine violin notes of gratitude The land is infinite and sky vast As the flow of time the ocean too is boundless The one who called these foreign birds as aliens The one who made immigration as inheritance If he goes from this village Begets a child in that great nation Earns a green card and citizenship But how can the egg laid here be an alien? Can the way of pariga(the rose colored Starling or theCholam bird. Pastor roseus) brought up in the Pralaya Kaveri be changed? This soil is remembered by every bird And hence every year it turns up to its motherland! (12) The scene of the skies blooming in myriad colors On the branches of the rubber trees is The sweet home of the flamingo and pelican Reflects the groping families of man In the spreading apartment culture In the shades of the hoods of the waters of Pralaya Kaveri Joyously bathes the Siberia Forgetting the tiresomeness of thousands of miles As the armed forces of navy The meghmalhar(a raga that invokes rain God) song of the bird How many brushes of the artist must have bowed in reverence? To this sea parrot Umpteen canvases must have lost their faces In the symphony of the chirps of love birds is The still picture of the happy NRI doves The music of sarigama (the seven music notes)that teaches the soaring music to the heart At least once in a year…… The passion for the embrace of the motherland The longing to kiss the soil of birth The son of the soil who lost his inner face Forgetting the roots of life in the battle Having turned into a machine At least …now Have to transmigrate into the bird! Conclusion All the souls become one The cosmic treasures become divine souls In the confluence of the water treasures of India Taking a holy dip turn to be the holy souls What may be the divinity of the migrating birds They always worship Narayana in waters. Telugu original: Perugu Ramakrishna Eng trans: Jagaddhatri [more]

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