The Tyrants Of The World
Hey you, the unfair tyrants...
You the lovers of the darkness...
You the enemies of life...
You've made fun of innocent people's wounds;
and your palm covered with their blood.
You kept walking while you were deforming
the charm of existence
and growing seeds of sadness in their land.
Wait, don't let the spring, the clearness of the sky
and the shine of the morning light fool you .
Because the darkness, the thunder rumble
and the blowing of the wind are coming
toward you from the horizon.
Beware because there is a fire underneath the ash.
Who grows thorns will reap wounds.
You've taken off heads of people and the flowers of hope
and watered the cure of the sand
with blood and tears until it was drunk.
The blood's river will sweep you away
and you will be burned by the fiery storm.
Write out loud
I wish I can live this life in my solitude and isolation
spending my days in the mountains and the woods
between the pine trees, not having worldly cares that
can shift the self from listening to the soul
I'd await death and life, and I'd attentively listen to
the speech of forever and more
I'd sing with the robins in the woods and listen to
the lapping rivers in the valleys
I'd speak lovingly to the stars and the dawn,
the birds and the river and the calm sunlight
A life lived for beauty and art, away from my
people and my country, not weary with the cares of people,
for they live a life of the still lifeless objects
and to live with what lays within me whether
sorrow or novel joy, away from the city and its people away
from the jargon of their societies, for they only descend from lies,
naivety, and common nonsense
where is this life for which I long?
where I can hear the lands barmaid singing and lapping,
and the echoes of the heart and the song of the singer
and the sounds and rustling of tree branches in their shade
and the scent of flowers, this is the life I praise,
I call for its glory and call for its brilliance
Chant of the Herder
Morn breaks forth singing to the delicate life always.
While the hills still dream in the shadow of thick boughs all days.
The flakey north wind shakes the dried flowers leaves.
Yet the light swings inside the dark valleys spreading its rays.
Morn comes nicely, its lights covers the faraway lands.
Birds, flowers, and river waves cheerfully flap their hands.
The lively world has awakened chanting to the life.
Follow me my sheep and wake up my lambs.
Follow me my sheep between those flocks of birds hither.
Fill the valley with bleating, merry, and cheer everywhere.
Hear the canals' soft murmuring, and exhale the perfume of rose.
Look at the valley the luminous fogs covers it thither.
Pick up the grasses of the ground and herd on its new pastures.
Hear my reed pipe chants sweet tones between this verdure.
A tone comes out of my chest as flowers breath.
It ascends as the flying chanted nightingale out of the door.
If we are in the midst of valley and the trees cover us soever.
Pick what you want of that fruits or grasses or whatever.
The sun nurses it by its rays and so does the moon.
At daybreak, thriving with dews turns to be best fodder.
Play and dance on valleys or above hills as you want.
Kneel and rest at its verdant shadow if you halt.
Chew the herbage; digest your thoughts in the mute shadows.
Hear the noisy winds between the peaks diversely chant.
In forest, there are sweet flowers and grasses look good.
Bees chant around it on joyfully as it could.
Never these herbs were spoiled by wolves' breath.
Foxes neither approached there nor trod
Peace, charming, shadows, and sweet scents display adaptation.
Gentle breeze blows quietly at every direction.
Besides boughs, enjoy the dancing of light at ease.
Evergreen plants never dry on each circumstance or condition.
You will not tire in that shadowy forest my sheep.
The forest time is similar to a nice child grapples to leap.
And the people time is similar to the depressing face of old man.
Restlessly walks in these plains deep.
You are free on pasture inside the forest eat or lay.
Until sunset, it is my choice to chant or play.
But, when the shadow extends and the herbs become unseen.
Follow me to the home again in the same way.
The Will Of Living
When people choose a noble and worthy existence
The Fates will accordingly respond
Gloom of night will lift and vanish
Fetters will break open
He who harbors no passion for life
Its heat dematerializes him, he is forgotten
Woe unto him who looses interest in life
Victorious void will deal him a slap
Thus has the universe told me
Thus has its hidden Spirit intimated
The winds howled in the deep ravines
Above mountain peaks, under the trees
When I aspire to lofty goals
I mount high hopes and discard trepidation
Neither avoiding rugged roads
Nor evading the roaring flames
He who has an aversion to climbing mountains
Will pass his days and nights in ditches and holes
The blood of youth screamed in my heart
Strange winds raged and raved in my chest
Intently I listened to the thunder peel
And harkened to the sounds of wind and rainfall
I asked the Earth
'Mother, do you hate people? ', She replied
I bless ambitious and aspiring souls
Holding dear the ones who brave danger
But condemn those who live, stone-like, behind times
Content with a dull, callous existence
Behold! The universe is alive; it loves life
It despises the dead, great as it may seem
The skies hold no dead birds close to their bosom
Nor do bees sip nectar from lifeless flowers
If not for my soft motherly heart
Graves will loathe admitting corpses into their folds
So, woe unto him who looses interest in life
The curse of victorious void will be upon him
Once on an autumn night
Heavy with sorrow and boredom
I was intoxicated with the stars' glittering light
And lulled sorrow into exhilaration
I asked the night: 'Will Life ever bring back to wilted blossoms
The bloom and freshness of life? '
Neither the lips of darkness muttered
Nor the nymphs of dawn recited their lyrics
The forest whispered gently to me
And spoke in melodious strains
Winter comes befogged with clouds
Bleak with rain, heavy with snow
The charm of tender twigs snuffed out
The beauty of flowers and fruit extinguished
The grace of meek and doleful eventides gone
The appeal of scented meadows no more
Branches wither and fall with their leaves
Blossoms of happy and love-filled life drop too
The winds scatter them in vale and valley
Rushing waters bury them on the way
All lost to sight as a beautiful dream
Momentarily glowing, soon to disappear without a trace
Seeds bearing the essence of a beautiful faded life
Will yet survive
So will the memory of seasons and life's visions
And earthly phantoms that vanished in droves
All from beneath the clouds
From beneath the soil and snow
Will revive and embrace the never boring breath of life
Clasping the green, fragrant heart of Spring
Dreaming of bird songs
Of aromas and savory fruit
Suddenly, in the soft beat of wings
Passion for life triumphantly returned
The earth above the seeds cracked open
And glorious images unexpectedly emerged
Spring made a return with delightful songs
Celebrating its dreams, its balmy youthfulness
Lo, it pressed many kisses upon their lips
Bringing back to life a youth, long gone
It addressed the seeds, murmuring: I have given you life
And shall live in your posterity forevermore
You have been blessed by the light, so receive
The youth of life, the maturity of age
He whose dreams adore the Light
The Light, in turn, will bless him when it shines
Lo, the entire space is yours, and yours is the Light
The dreaming, flower-glittering soil is yours as well
Receive the deathless beauty
Receive the vast shimmering universe
Sway as you please in the meadows
Laden with your sweet fruits and tender flowers
Whisper your gentle love to the breeze and clouds
Hum soulful tunes to the stars and moon
Talk to life with the language of your heart
And commune with the captivating beauty of a unique existence
Darkness, too, revealed a hidden charm
Stirring the imagination, inspiring thoughts
A strange mystic harmony engulfed the universe
Skillfully manipulating it as an ingenious magician
Candles of glittering stars were lit all
The sweet perfume of flowers wafted about
A spirit of strange beauty fluttered by
With wings made of moonbeams bright
The sacred song of life rang out
Within a dreaming, charmed temple
Announcing this truth to the whole universe
Aspiration is the fuel and flame of life
The spirit and stamina of victory
Yea, when souls aspire
For a worthy and noble existence
The Fates will accordingly respond