We all have our insecurities and limitations. But it should be our duty to ensure that they do not escalate into proportions that will inflict irreversible sufferings on others.
mashoodkk
mashoodkk
Saturday, May 26, 2012
Attempted translation of a couplet from VAYALAR
"Never will I be in love with any philosophy
That heeds not the laments of a suffering soul"
The original lines in malayalam
"Snehikkayilla njan ...novumathmavine....
Snehichidathoru tatwashastratheyum....."
That heeds not the laments of a suffering soul"
The original lines in malayalam
"Snehikkayilla njan ...novumathmavine....
Snehichidathoru tatwashastratheyum....."
Wednesday, May 16, 2012
MY PROPHET - THE GARDENER OF THE DESERT
Thou rekindled the spirit of tauhid
From the ashes of thine forefather grand
Held it safe in those cupped hands
Burned it aflame into an alchemist's fire
The shattered pieces of clay transformed
In thine hermetic vessel, perseverant
The inner light twinkled bright
Reverberated through heavenly height
The spark of self became a burning beacon
Over the dark ages like a radiant beam
Bartering tremendum through sleepless nights
An orphan evolved to an emperor of worlds
Lord called thee mercy to the mankind
Gifted us mi'raj the most beautiful night
Oh! the charming gardener of the desert
At thine holy feet, garlands of a billion salute
mashoodkk
From the ashes of thine forefather grand
Held it safe in those cupped hands
Burned it aflame into an alchemist's fire
The shattered pieces of clay transformed
In thine hermetic vessel, perseverant
The inner light twinkled bright
Reverberated through heavenly height
The spark of self became a burning beacon
Over the dark ages like a radiant beam
Bartering tremendum through sleepless nights
An orphan evolved to an emperor of worlds
Lord called thee mercy to the mankind
Gifted us mi'raj the most beautiful night
Oh! the charming gardener of the desert
At thine holy feet, garlands of a billion salute
mashoodkk
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