Tempest of time (poems)

Tempest of time (poems)

-Kondapalli Niharini

Translated by Elanaaga

36. Lamp of Soul

Sthavara, Jangama have turned
into definite symbols simultaneously,
transmitting hidden fire of venom.
Today’s disasters are throwing challenges
to this topsy-turvy world!
Nature loves us. Doesn’t it?
Our nature is changing,
committing unnecessary errors,
throwing even innocents in curse wells.
Rise and kindle the lamp of your soul!
Your dazzle, beauty, patience,
the vastness of heart; eminence should astonish
the sun, the moon, the Earth, the sky and peaks.
Should mingle into one and enter the folk tales!
When you become panache
in the beauty of goodness, humanity,
no unjust forces can stop you.
Why the delays?
Some invisible spirit will like
your cleanness, suaveness, impart purity.

When you become the charioteer of your wisdom,
if you walk bridling love, hatred,
wouldn’t Nature, greatness
of race enhance the fame?
Rise and kindle the lamp of your soul!
If the horses of your senses, enticements
don’t render you an affected person,
purity, kindness would entwine you;
you would then turn into a drop of ambrosia.
All your dangers would flee,
expedients would appear.
Rise and kindle the lamp of your soul!
All this evil, winds of strife
may seem invincible to you,
but if you take refuge in silence, bonhomie
Sarvariwould become a flowering shrub
in the premises of your heart.
Nature would steal a cloud,
give out peace blossoms.
Rise and kindle the lamp of your soul!

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(To be continued-)