Prabhata Samgiita

[ATMAN]

By covering the sandalwood lane with mist
and darkening the light of dawn,
You have come in a still newer expression.
assuming such a wonderful form!

Covering the familiar path in darkness,
concealing all the sweetness,
the winter season has come,
bearing the pain of countless ages,
assuming such a wonderful form!

Beyond the veil of deepest darkness,
the rays of light are suddenly suspended,
but only for a single moment.
Then the Lord of light opens His eyes
and the black fog dissolves in limitlessness.
After the winter, the light will flow -
still more beautifully than before.

[ATMAN]

Sending shivers down the lanes of thorny date trees,
moist with dew,
the winter has come with incrusted snow,
building new mountains of ice.

The birds and animals rush away to far-off lands
to preserve their lives
and enjoy the warmth in the hopes of finding a new sun.
The madhukala flower no longer blooms,
filled with blushing sweetness.

Tell me today at whose call,
in this chilly dawn,
the beautiful earth became bare?
Winter came in like an ascetic yogi.

[ATMAN]

In the winter, why does the night jasmine not bloom.
Why does the lotus not speak?
No, no, no, they do not speak at all,
for they are shivering with cold.

And those who remain merged in your thought,
their minds all long for you.

The earth today is internally gay,
perhaps it has recognized you.

The flower of the mind has bloomed in countless ways,
but all the blooms are buried in your mind.

[ATMAN]

The winter has come,
bringing with it pictures of colourful flowers,
flowers without fragrance,
without nectar and the pale light of the sun.

When the sun was near,
I thought in my mind,
"This unbearable heat I cannot endure.
Oh awesome Lord, be gracious enough
to grant us the gift of showers!"

But now in the pale light of the sun, we think:
"It was better when the sun was near."
Listen one and all, oh listen.
The distant sun will again come near,
do not worry.

In the cold of the earth,
with the song of hope,
we paint pictures of a new time to come
in the pale light of the sun.

[ATMAN]

I did not think, on this wintry night,
You would come.
On this wintry night.
You came so close,
I did not tell You to come so near
and yet still nearer.

Outside the biting wind blew
and all the doors were closed.
I did not open the door and tell You,
"come inside, Come inside the house On this rainy wintry night."

Your eyes stared at my face.
Who knows why you gazed at me.
I did not know
that Your feelings were wounded.
Not even once did I ask You to speak
on this rainy wintry night.

You went far away on Your lonely path
heedless of the biting cold outside
and not even once
did I ask You to stay inside
on this rainy wintry night.

[ATMAN]

With the colours and aroma of oranges,
you have come today in new rhythm.
Sending blizzards in the mountains of snow,
you bring the arctic cold.

In ceaseless, pauseless shivers,
you have sent tremors through the song of the ...
and you play your merry sport.

The morunga trees' flowers have blossomed,
the plum trees are laden with fruits.
Those who lying in hibernation,
do you ever think of them?
In this cold and silent midnight,
in a lonely place,
you remain in your transcendental state.

[ATMAN]

At the end of winter, new leaves come
and old leaves fall down.
Spring has ocme to the door
with the rhythm of dance.
The hair dress has fallen down
and the braids overflow.

At the end of winter,
the tree which was flowerless
is now flooded with birds, singing:
"Snow will melt!"

With this hope sprouts are looking
with a smiling face.
In the birds nest,
with new dress,
they are singing Your song.

[ATMAN]

With the new delight,
in the ashoka and palash trees,
the King of Seasons has come today.

In the southern breeze,
in the deepest dreem,
in the pollen that wafts through the air.

Spring has brought the fragrance of blossos,
spreading sweetness all around.
In this boundless universe,
in the gentle breeze,
the lamp of life is smiling.

With the colourful radiance of Your glory
the whole world floadts in delight..
for the King of Seasons has come today.

[ATMAN]

Spring has awakened today,
in the mango blossoms and mimusops,
in the cotton flowers,
in the parul and palash trees
and in all the uninvited wildflowers of the forest.

Come Oh Lord, let us all move
in cadence with You.
Blending our rhythms with Yours.

In this fresh atmoshpere, together with all.
In the bauhannia graden, full of flowers,
the cuckoo bursts into the song of the new.
In the fragrance of flowers,
that song floats towards You today,
in absorption pure and profound.

[ATMAN]

In the cadence of dance,
in the rhythm of dance,
spring comes, it comes.
The fog-shrouded trees now glitter with light
and smile again.
New flowers and leaves cover the earth's body
with ornaments of wildflowers,
spreading its disheveled hair all over the sky.

Spring rushes in the rhythm
of the purvasha dance.
Adorning nature with beauty
in this month of sweetness,
spring comes, it comes.

Waves of Seabreeze waft aloft.
The warm ocean laughs and smiles;
all the departed charms return again.
The one who is the source
of this sweetness and splendor;
in thoughts of Him the mind
blissfully floats.
Spring comes.