Prabhata Samgiita

[ATMAN]

Today, in the vernal breeze
with playful footsteps
I dance on and on, like a fountain I dance.
In the cloudless sky, with decorated eyes,
I am painting with all
the sweetness of my mind.

Today I am moving ahead in Your rhythm.
I am perfumed by Your fragrance
In a joyful spirit I am wandering.
Oh my dearest Lord!
For You I have coloured the path
with guelder-roses.

Today I have no obstacles
for my onward movement.
My heart is threaded in Your melody.
Today, with the call of the cuckoo,
with the sweet song,
everything of min floats away,
floats towards that Divine One
to whom I give my salutations.

[ATMAN]

Bearing with Him a flower basket,
who came, oh who came?
With a garland of songs in His hand,
He set me afloat on His stream of melody.

The mimusops jasmine blossons have opened their eyes.
The Indian olive scatters joyous intoxication.
The blackbee tries to speak,
intoxicated with sweet fragrance.

In the distant sky the stars are smiling
and pollen floats in the air,
blending with the pollen of life.
The vast universe has become scarlet red.
For a long time I sat and waited
until the One whom I awaited,
with His own hand, rocked the cradle of song.

Who came, oh Lord, who came?

[ATMAN]

Spring smiles today and on the earth there is only joy.
With the sweet look of flowers,
with the sweet nectar of flowers,
let us rush towards the celestial realm.

With the rhythms and songs of the cuckoos and peacocks,
let all impurities be removed.
In the sweetness of the night the bird sends forth its call.
On the earth there is only joy.

The king of the seasons has come to the door,
awakening all flowers buds and removing all dullness,
with the warm current of life.
On the earth there is only joy.
With the touch of life everything smiles.
In His current everything flows.

[ATMAN]

On the arrival of spring
the earth is harnessed with new decoration.
The living world is filled
with the sweet flow of love and beauty.

Oh Creator, please come in front of me
opening my eyes and smiling sweetly.
Appear before us with ever-charming face.

You only know Your divine play.
Oh Lord of Lords,
You are the embodiment of love and affection.
But why do You make my heart cry out for You?
Oh Shameless One,
please come into my shy heart.

[ATMAN]

The blossoms of spring
herald the dawn of the Ever-new,
and sing of the glory of its hide and seek play.

The garden bursts into laughter of flowers,
and the whole atmosphere is charged with fragrance.
In the sky the nightingale sings along
with the vibration of the new.

Nectar flows afresh on the body of the earth.
The eyes of the earth see with new vision,
filled with the light of the new.
With the attraction of the love of the Supreme,
the Ever-new reflects on the innermost core of my heart

[ATMAN]

In the gruelling heat of the sun,
in the summer's scorching heat,
the jasmine , the whilte creeper,
and the soothing breeze,
bring at last some cooling freshness.

But the mind want still more coolness,
in the summer's scorching / sweltering heat.
The mango branches are laden with fruits,
the blackberries hang low on the branches -
this terrible heat we can no longer endure.
The mind always thinks of the summer's scorching heat.
The fragrance of flowers in the cool night breeze
brings some relief - but the mind wants more -
in the summer's scorching heat.

The fragrance of flowers in the cool night breeze
brings some relief - but the mind wants more -
in the summer's sweltering heat.
All the countless torments of countless lives
have collected together in summer
and the mind always calls -
"Oh awesome Lord, send raing showers!"
In the scorching heat of the summer.

[ATMAN]

Oh Lord, whisper your secrets into my ears.
The sufferings of all in summer -tell me in your songs,
in your songs, in your songs.

The flower blossoms have burned and dried,
and the unopened buds have fallen on the path.
The river's flow evaporates in the air.
Is this pain only mine, or shared by all creatures?

Lord, whisper into my ears.
The grass sprouts want to awaken,
but don't, for fear of the heat,
and the ice melts in the warmth, like tears.

[ATMAN]

In the summer holiday season, if He comes,
I will offer handfuls of flowers,
I will give flowers, only flowers.
In the crimson dawn sky
Your rhythmic crimson feet
remain beside the Bela
and Ca'mpaka flowers.
To Your rosy feet I will offer
handfuls of flowers.

Still the cuckoo speaks something.
In the morning and evening
the southern breeze blows.
In the branches of the Kin'shuka tree
the nightingale is calling.
The river bed has almost dried up.

Almost all the flowers of the
Ashoka tree have fallen.
The Sha'lmali tree is full of seeds.
The bunches of grapes
are growing in abundance.
Today, in the Ma'dhavi grove
in the cluster of flowers,
bees are humming with
the attainment of the flowers.

[ATMAN]

Today what does the bamboo grove say,
in the agony of its loss of leaves?
In speechless silence it gazes on.

Today what does the bamboo grove say?
In the storms of dust it lost its green beauty.
In the cane and kadamba groves,
the sweet spring breeze no longer blows.

Oh awesome Lord, what is this play of Yours?
This scorching fire? This heartless sport?
The skylark sings in this desert thirst:
"How far off is the sweet melody of rain?"

[ATMAN]

You are like a black ribbon mingled in my braids
Black merged in black.
You are in my cosmetic mark, in the collyrium of my eyes
So close, yet I cannot see You.
Why this unique sport, why this game of hide-and-seek?
I do not understand.
My hapiness knows no bounds.
I feel You so close --
My happiness knows no bounds.
I am always afraid lest I may lose You.
Why I am afraid I do not know.
The more I decide not to worry, the more and more I worry
Why I worry, I do not know, I am always afraid lest I may lose You.
For ages You have kept me awake
Lighting the flame of my life
Unfolding the wings of my mind
Come and stand before me, smiling
With your gentle steps, on your rosy feet
You are like a black ribbon, mingled in my braids
Mingled in the black mole on my cheek,
In every pore of my life.