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Prabhu Iyer Sep 2018
O Lord of the hosts!

Shine in radiance, his eyes -
in whose heart is your name;
Who fathoms your ends?
The earth, sky and stars
pay homage to him
and fear fears him,
whom your shadow protects:

O Lord of the hosts!

Wealth finds him in whatever he does
who earns the blessing of your love,
and a shoreless boat is he who
has not found you whose
benevolent eyes keep watch over all
shattering the storms of sins,
whose glory never ebbs;
Becomes a master of destiny,
even forgetting the world, who has
found your grace,
come riding the mouse -

O Lord of the hosts!

Anointed of the dust of your foot
on his forehead, who lives mortal here,
immortal nectars cannot tempt him -
he can drink venom smiling;
Just by the shadow of your grace
the wheel of the chariot of time moves
and by a spark of your ire
abodes of demons burn;

The minions of enemies stand defeated,
miraculous, boon become into this world,
comes your name:

O Lord of the hosts!

Glory, glory to the dear one adorned of peacock-feathers!
Prabhu Iyer Jul 2015
O Lord of the hosts!

His eyes shine in radiance
in whose heart is your name
whence the origin and where the end
the earth, sky and stars
pay homage to him
and fear fears him
whom your shadow protects

O Lord of the hosts!

He who earns the blessing of your love
wealth finds him in whatever he does
and a shoreless boat is he who
has not found you whose
benevolent eyes keep watch over all
shattering the storms of sins,
whose glory never ebbs,
he becomes a master of his own destiny
even forgetting the world, who has
found your grace, come riding the mouse,

O Lord of the hosts!

Anointed of the dust of your foot
on his forehead, who lives mortal here,
the immortal nectars cannot tempt him
he can drink venom smiling
just by the shadow of your grace
the wheel of the chariot of time moves
and by a spark of your ire
abodes of demons burn

the minions of enemies stand defeated,
a particle is a mountain,
boon become into this world, comes your name,

O Lord of the hosts!

Glory, glory to the dear one adorned of peacocks!
This is the first in my forthcoming series of translations of lyrics from Indian Film Music. As is traditional, I've started with a song dedicated to Ganesha, the Lord of the Hosts and remover of obstacles in all Indian religious and spiritual traditions.

This scintillating song with an unbelievable rhythm, titled 'Shree Ganesha Deva' is from the 2012 Hindi language film 'Agneepath'. It's a fantastic song that captures so much of the devotional spirit that guides millions of ordinary Indians, has lyrics by Amitabh Bhattacharya, sung by Ajay Gogavale and set to music by Ajay-Atul. This particular song is also shot beautifully and captures the carnival spirit of the Ganesha festival in the city of Mumbai.

Enjoy watching it at: youtube.com/watch?v=vnDbGgzs_To

Original Hindi language song lyrics were taken from lyricsmint.com/2011/12/deva-shree-ganesha-lyrics-agneepath.html#ixzz3fb6dyLkk

In this series, my translations will not be literal, but rather seek to catch the essence of the songs, with an eye to English language poetry. The songs will be selected in no particular order, but will seek to convey the beauty, depth and breadth of Indian film music lyrics, and capturing the amazing diversity of everyday Indian culture. Initially, I will select songs from films in Hindi, Tamil and Telugu languages - where films and songs are known well to me.
George Krokos Feb 2014
Oh Swami Muktananda Paramahansa that bliss of liberation you attained
by Guru Nityananda's grace emancipation in this very life you had gained.
You were a representative of the lineage of poet-saints that had gone before
showing how easy it was, by chanting the name of God, to meditate for sure.

You stressed the importance of repeating the mantra 'Om Namah Shivaya'
and that if done with love would bear fruit regardless of who was the sayer.
There was so much energy about you that one could feel, like an ever present force,
the supreme blessing of Guru Nityananda was with you always being its very source.

You were a living embodiment of chitishakti or divine power-knowledge-bliss
and most of all those who came before you could also easily experience this.
It appeared at times you were unapproachable if one was by your presence overawed
and that you were on the constant lookout for any sincere aspirant who was not bored.

You also emphasized and revealed the true nature of the guru-disciple relationship
stating in plain modern words what was expected of one like in an apprenticeship.
Many secrets of the inner path you divulged and laid bare in all your writings and talks
saying the receiving of Guru's grace was what made a difference on the path one walks.

A book called 'The Play of Consciousness' explained some of the inner experiences you had
your spiritual autobiography for the world at large making many inspired and extremely glad.
To many it meant that someone was still around living these days who had been through it all
and was available to instruct and guide others on the path to the goal he'd been to well before.

You were a living True Saint, Sadguru or Perfect Master to many it seemed
and showed the way or path of the Siddhas being the one which you deemed.
Living at a place called Ganeshpuri in India nearly fifty miles from Bombay
many came from all parts of the world to see you and in your ashram stay.

In the abode you named 'Shree Gurudev Ashram' in that land of yoga where people came
many found what they were after becoming your devotees to whom you gave a new name.
There was a strict daily discipline of chanting certain scriptures, work, study and meditation
and also the occassional all night chanting of the name of God which was a holy dedication.

The atmosphere in that place was so pervaded by the energy radiating from your being
almost as if one were living in another world and could not help what they were seeing.
The whole place resembled that of a temple palace attracting people from far and wide
who came to experience what with your grace you said was to be found but only inside.

You opened up a whole new ancient path of spiritual experience leading gradually to the goal
that people from all walks of life could participate in and regain the lost treasures of their soul.
By one-pointed devotion, self-effort, obedience, meditation and the blessings of Guru's grace
anyone could practice Yoga easily without much struggle and attain that inner peaceful place.

There were many new centres that opened by enthusiastic devotees in far away lands;
with the money, sweat and labour of all those who selflessly gave by their willing hands.
And it didn't really matter at what distance or place this centre was situated from you,
although not physically present your spirit, being all pervasive, was subtly there for you.

You also visited many of the countries where your devotees lived both in the east and west
giving darshan to all those old and new followers of the Siddha path you said was the best.
Initiating many people by either a look, word, thought, touch or even by your physical presence;
and all who received of your grace getting a real buzz, were invited to tell others of its essence.

It was mostly at a certain two day program, held every one or two months, called an "Intensive"
anyone could partake of the Siddha Yoga Initiation offered, at a price, which wasn't expensive.
This was also designed to enhance and recharge those who were already practising meditation
involving chanting, meditation and talk sessions including a lunchtime meal and brief relaxation.

One had to participate fully, from about nine to five, over the two days, usually on a weekend
to get the full benefit of what the program had to offer and experience Guru's grace descend.
This was really the main date on the calendar for all those into meditation that were not to miss
if they had nothing better to do and wanted to get a lift in their 'sadhana' and acquire some bliss.

It remotely seemed to be a bit of a fund raising venture with all the money seen changing hands
but to those who couldn't afford it, must of been painful missing out, one somehow understands.
There was also the question, which crossed one's mind, as to what was being bought and sold?
- a meditative experience the result of Nityanandaji's grace through Swami Muktananda's hold!

Although no one was ever heard to complain about not getting their share of what was being given
and with the attitude of 'the more you put into something the more you'll get back' one was driven.
It also depended a lot on how much in tune you were and what prior preparation had been made;
how sincere you were in your effort also what devotion and faith at the feet of the Guru one laid.

There were no restrictions, it appeared, to either old or young, male or female to begin meditation,
all could profit and benefit in one way or another in the process and practice of Self contemplation.
One had to have an open mind and heart to receive and partake surely of the Grace that was there;
that power of the True Living Master, which was so all pervading, being available for any to share.

Sadgurunath Maharaj Ki Jai
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This is a tribute poem to Swami Muktananda Paramahansa who I went to see and stay in his ashram back in 1978. From my unpublished book "The Seeds Of Life" compiled in 1996.
Corina Junghiatu Aug 2020
Corina Junghiatu is a bilingual poet/writer hailing from Romania. She holds a Master Degree in Philology and Phychopedagogy and likewise she graduated from The Faculty of Letters and Philosophy in Bucharest. She speaks five foreign languages.
Corina has written and publishing two books of poetry: „Exile in the light” and „The ritual of a Sunrise”. She is Administrator and Publication Coordinator of Motivational Strips, editor of "Bharath Vision" website, and Chief Advisor of World Nations Writers' Union Kazakhstan. Corina has won many awards from international institutions of repute, for poetry.
Recently, Corina Junghiatu, together with 350 poets and writers from 80 countries, received a certificate of appreciation for her entire literary activity, on the occasion of the 74th anniversary of the Independence Day of the Republic of India. This certificate was was handed by the famous writer Shiju H. Pallithazheth the Founder of Motivational Strips, World's Most Active Writers Forum and Padma Shree Dr. Vishnu Pandya, President of Gujarat Sahitya Akademy, a government institution of the state of Gujarat (India).
Deep Shree Oct 2014
Little did you know
When you left me
A long time ago
You gave me liberty.

The best gift you could give
Although I  still  did grieve
The years gone by clung to me
Strangling me , refusing to set me free.

Soon a firm resolve
Made me stride with purpose
From my stupor I  evolved
The turning point , beckoned me
I soared higher and higher
Oxygen pumped faith hope and serenity
I  remembered you with gratitude for letting me be.

Copyright (c) Deep Shree Chauhan
Deep Shree Oct 2014
Words languish on my lips
Linger then pause
Soon cease to be.


Copyright (c)     Deep Shree  Chauhan
Gray hardwood Creek saga , hillside natural harmonies
Woodland musicians and warriors blended into
Coweta flora with piedmont songsters
Sip sip cha shree mockingbird melody
Whoo -reet bobwhite chantey from floor to -
windamere operas brushing live oak canopies
Land blushing with evening blue , stippled in
magenta and lavender cirrus sunset* ...
Copyright February 25 , 2017 by Randolph L Wilson * All Rights Reserved
Mateuš Conrad May 2016
9
encoding sounds with the 26, will never be exact, nor worth deciphering if previously unheard, but it will be more than what western society currently offers with a passive gesture of thinking itself lacking criticism or thereby critical attachment shoving it elsewhere, this grand democratic export: think oneself utopian by shoving one's fakes into other places and return back to oneself to digest a regurgitation.

shree nal sta-ug nah-nug
                   keelm-neem nadul
am me kuz dool bagul
                 undumi shee bagū.

nine, for mortal men, to whom to die.*

doo nikt kań narkań,
hoo me ni shoo... ah sheel,
borozoomish ****?
Simpleton Oct 2020
The temples and mosques are burning
Where are the worshippers?
Jai Shree Ram
Allah Hu Akbar
When they leave in search of a heaven
That can be found in blood stains
Where are the Gods?
So when the faithful lose their way
When the pure turn away
When the innocent give up
Who will buy into the pundits and Imaams
If the heaven of others is through the death of their brothers?
DELINA MITRA Apr 2
THE URGE

Oh, the urge to leave this place and go so far
They won't find me even after searching half of the world.
The urge to hold somebody by their neck and hug them
Until the shattered pieces of my heart rejoin
And the remaining ones are thrown out by my tears.

The urge to be loved so, so deeply
That I will forget the entire world for that one person.
The urge to be loved like I do.
The urge to be known as the kindest human being.

The urge to fall on Shree Krishna's feet
And put his hand on my head.
The urge to be the best, to beat the entire world.
The urge to make my parents proud.
The urge to make my grandparents proud.

The urge to let go of people.
The urge to go silent.
The urge to leave everything behind.
The urge to keep my closest people close to my heart.

The urge to make the world like it was.
The urge to hold back tears when it's not supposed to fall.
The urge to become God's maid.
The urge to love myself a little more.
An urge to live, just once.
It's basically on person who wants to be the best but was never accepted by her own
Johnny Noiπ May 2019
And ****** at the end of the menstrual cycle can hire the unknown new demonic gods of Haiti. The family is the smallest; This is the key to my sweet ******* sons and the advantage of my parents; ****** and then King Kong is the common name. The weak body of the ****** of Ila Chandra in Dubai on the recommendation of the old moon of Paraguay. And ******; some of these dogs are ****** who understand the history of the ****** and the mythic stories. And that's because the Deals of Action Tapes has an impact on the calculation. His eldest son, the eldest son, the ****** and poets of the king, poor Pauper, the tenth Kunubu separated. The government of India is in Indra for true worship of ****** and the marriage of Haryana's son was canceled for all Indians. Khandu and sons; ****** Bhanga ****** and Kanga are invisibly arranged at home. Beef for the winning children teaches that outside the conflict the question of ****** of the place; ****** and many mistakes in it who improve their mistakes, who believe in the heart. Yadav Yadav of Devay was the fifth son of the God of Tuscany. The ****** of Adam; ****** and the daughter of the ****** of her mother and the daughter of Samoa. Assad's ****** and their own ****** and daughters and the ****** directors and rulers of our lives and in that moment our leader? Yudh Mikaham shares Sajid in another sentence. Yadav was the main leader in the good ****** and bad times of King Kakravli. For the ****** they are and the daughter of King Daniel Danny, she is a woman. The relatives of the ****** of his father and his son take him to the Narmada river. King Mukund family of the city, which is the name of the Tahse River. Currently, the animal was built in a house that was built. In some parts of India, in all other areas and in most cases with Malala. And the question is that two different branches, Tithusuos Osir Osiris, Arinio, Navratri, Chromilis, East Asia. After the Hindus, ****** and advised them to believe in Sibasah Siberia or not. The second time in Asia, the ****** and the former Soviet Union; the son of Madras Kakasya Bhadra, ****** ****** and Sahara Titanic Powder; pagan ****** Kaligas ****** and Anita Athena settled in the kingdom. Returning to Kira tavaria Bharga vavaviam High, British Jews try to fill themselves with elephants. No word is bad so the magistrates ******; The ****** and the high kenakambah were rescued. In addition, Gandhi's worldview of his wife Razak Jamdagna at the end of his son's speech remains the rest of the year for the latest revolutions in the state of Goal. The council said that some of Satyab's friends met with the Hong Kong Congress. Thiru Buru's first celebration of Trishankar Veda has been burned. Nadin skipped the standard banking competition, Sanko Vaishya Vishwaswar promised to give me all the credit in Brahmin, Brahma Shree does not need to be ******; The ****** happy ****** and the guests do not have to keep the plate.

You go there so purposefully. The whole sheep's *****
tongue thing. But when you really think about it,
Eve didn't do all that great. One of her children
murdered his brother. Eve was apparently a horrible
mother; first in a long line unfortunately.
Is that a true statement, or are you being theoretical?
cubes, squares & spheres are real
Do you think it matters? This is the level here and now.
Whatever the next level is, or if there is no other level,
this one is Now. interesting..sort of like a flat-earth pov

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