Translation: My heart, listen; listen to me when you hear nothing but the voice of discord and noise all around; You will hear then the voice of our soul speaking to you. It has something to say.. Restless and anguished, when you search the hours of sleep and the heart is tired, I bring you the message of the mountain breeze, and when I do, I want you to listen. When you sink in sadness and know not from which dark forest the pain comes, in that dark hour of night I am there like the bright ray of the light of dawn to your sky with blossoms of the new season. Where the flame of the desert sears the sky and the little bird thirsts for a drop of water I bring rains to the barren plains. When the life is humbled by the hot desert storms and a day comes when the whole cosmos seems to burn, remember that i will surely come as the flower of that night. The original poet: Jayashankar Prasad (Hindi)
Posted on: Fri, 31 Jan 2014 07:52:28 +0000
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