Champak Vavroovahana Patra
Champak of the Night;
How is it sweet!
The tiny flower is aromatic;
How is it enthusiastic!
The Bride is so fragrant;
How is it stimulant!
The yellow Bride is on the earthy altar;
How does it glitter!
The essence pervades in the firmament;
How is it looking pleasant!
She dances in the vernal Breeze;
How is she zealous, crazy!
She is the celestial boon of Nature;
How enchanting is she forever!
The Night princess is perfuming;
How is it enchanting, captivating!
The garland crowns the creator;
How he operates all the creatures!
The entire universe becomes calm and quiet;
How glamorous are the human beings with delight!
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Jasmine
Jasmine of the night;
She is a delight.
The tiny flower is bright.
She is very white!
The Night Queen is fragrant;
Sweet-smelling is her garland.
When placed at God’s altar,
She glitters like a star!
The Night princess is enchanting;
Her perfume is captivating.
When she graces the neck of God,
She is loved by the Lord.
THANK YOU
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Princess Spring Vavroovahana Patra
Beauty Princess spring appears on Earth;
In all creatures plays waves of mirth.
She appears with the fragrance of blossoms;
To adorn her curly crisp hair various beauteous flowers, blossoms bloom.
The princess appears with the vernal breeze;
To derive her love poets become crazy.
Chilly vernal breeze blows from south;
Splendid looks the vast Earth.
Lovely princess is wrapped with a garment of cosy green creepers;
Contents the lovers, poet’s desires.
Sings with the melody of cuckoo on the mango-tree with profound pleasure;
Fulfills earthy innocent creatures desire.
Melody of the brook congratulates the sweet lovely princess with gaiety;
All human creatures enchant with delight.
She is a peerless Beauty;
Beholding, poet enchant with profound delight.
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S P R I N G
S P R I N G
Spring appears on Earth;
In creatures minds pervades mirth;
Red, white, yellow roses congratulate
The appearance of Queen Spring with merriment;
Vernal breeze blows with insanity
from the firmament.
Sun God smiles in the western horizon;
Beautiful magnificent alluring
attracting looks God’s creation.
Cosy Sun ray falls on the Earth;
In plants and creatures play waves of mirth.
Cuckoo’s melody from the distant mango groves
reverberates in the firmament;
In poet’s mind pervades charm, glamour, inspiration,
enthusiasm and merriment.
Melodious brook flows down the mountain with gay;
She enchants with the cosy touch of Sun ray.
Nature is a Heavenly Fairy allures the poets and the
Earthy creatures;
With profound peace, purity, pleasure
She fulfils their desires.
God’s Nature is a Divine Deity;
In all innocent poets, chaste women, devotees
minds she plays waves of delight.
VAVROOVAHANA PATRA
NABARANGPUR
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Cuckoo’s Melody Vavroovahana Patra
Cuckoo’s sweet melody echoes in profound solitude, reverberates in silent atmosphere;
The sweet tune vibrates in the environment, contents poet’s desire.
Fragrance of mango-blossoms pervades through the vernal breeze;
Poet enchants in the lap of Nature being crazy.
Divinity reigns through the melody on Earth;
Earthy creatures rejoice with mirth.
Poet surrenders on the feet of mother Vinapanee, the Deity;
Depicts beauteous verses with gaiety.
Through the vernal breeze goddess mother Basantee blessth all innocent honest creatures;
Penetrating rays of wisdom contents their desires.
Cuckoo’s marvelous melody brings inspiration;
Beauteous is goddess mother’s creation.
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Moon Beam
Moon beam is rosy;
Vernal Breeze is cosy.
Solitude reigns on Earth;
Village peasants enchant with mirth.
Mild Breeze of spring brings pleasure;
Poet enchants, derives peace from the lap of Nature.
Moon smiles in the distant firmament;
Guys and girls enchant with merriment.
Moon beam bathed night is beautiful;
Lovers and beloved are delightful.
Embrace each other;
Admire the beauty of creator.
Vernal breeze from south kisses creatures;
God contents the desires.
Tranquility reigns on Earth;
All creatures enthuse with mirth.
God attracts devotees;
Cosy morn beam is a brook of delight.
Devotional lyrics mingles in the air;
He fulfils devotees’ desire.
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Spring
Spring appears with yellow mango blossoms everywhere;
Bay-leaf trees with tiny silvery blossoms bear.
Cuckoos melody from mango groves reverberates in the sky;
Poets become enthused with peace and inspiration high.
Tiny birds twittering in the sky fill the poet’s minds with ease;
Green leaves dance with the mild vernal breeze.
Fragrant yellow blossoms invite the bees for a kiss;
For these honey-seekers, its nature given bliss.
Sun rays falling on earth make it alluringly rosy;
The rays make the earth-dwellers warm and cosy.
The wavy streams flow down with a melodious muttering;
The green forest all around is most enchanting.
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A Suttee
GATHER her raven hair in one rich cluster,
Let the white champac light it, as a star
Gives to the dusky night a sudden lustre,
Shining afar.
Shed fragrant oils upon her fragrant bosom,
Until the breathing air around grows sweet;
Scatter the languid jasmine's yellow blossom
Beneath her feet.
Those small white feet are bare—too soft are they
To tread on aught but flowers; and there is roll'd
Round the slight ankle, meet for such display,
The band of gold.
Chains and bright stones are on her arms and neck;
What pleasant vanities are linked with them,
Of happy hours, which youth delights to deck
With gold and gem.
She comes! So comes the Moon, when she has found
A silvery path wherein thro' heaven to glide.
Fling the white veil—a summer cloud—around;
She is a bride!
And yet the crowd that gather at her side
Are pale, and every gazer holds his breath.
Eyes fill with tears unbidden, for the bride—
The bride of Death!
She gives away the garland from her hair,
She gives the gems that she will wear no more;
All the affections, whose love-signs they were,
Are gone before.
The red pile blazes—let the bride ascend,
And lay her head upon her husband's heart,
Now in a perfect unison to blend—
No more to part.
poem by Letitia Elizabeth Landon
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Something About The Girl Called Spring (Sonnet Corona)
I
Just after winter you are back enchanting
with unfolding blossoms on hot sunny days
playing your roles in all your beautiful ways
as if every day is a grand setting
with colours and smells alluring, inviting
man, animals and insects to stray
in orchards, gardens and in the veldt to play
wherever you may be wandering
while insects and birds sing sweet melodies,
even the breeze is charming
in the season that you bequeath
that becomes a time of sweet memories
while everywhere life is swarming;
flowers are as fragrant as your breath.
II
Flowers are as fragrant as your breath
and outside the sun does shine
where flowers and insects ephemeral awaits death
living just as small specs of the will divine.
There are tales about flowers and butterflies that you tell,
about all the minute things, before the first shadows fall
but you have to mention the Creator as well
who fathered everything, created all.
His gardens fill the earth in sheer exuberance
while in summer and spring, in daylight hours
bees, butterflies and birds dance
around the fragrant flowers
in their winged flight,
from early twilight.
III
From early twilight
you are everywhere sent
until the dark night
for the whole world’s enjoyment
and flowering fair
you dance along
without a moment to spare
singing a cheerful song
as a seasonal creature being sweet,
dressed very serene
dancing with fairly like feet
as the essence of the productive machine
and nature everywhere tells,
spring is awaking in smells.
IV
Spring is awaking in smells
with birds singing
rising from the valleys and dells,
sounding in joy about the beauty she is bringing
even every bird, deer and bee,
as the blessings have come
as a time of tranquillity to some
until all of nature is happy and free
when love is finally finding its home
and spring is especially dear to me,
in the air above there’s a vibrant hue
as if it’s a living kind of blue
specked with flocks of birds in their flight;
spring is dressed in white.
V
Spring is dressed in white,
dressed for her wedding day,
when she blesses wherever her flowers stray
in celebration in every day and night
while she dances from early morning light
inviting all her guests, the birds and bees to play,
while she lingers everything is gay
in colours jubilant and bright
with butterflies filling the air,
humming yellow and black bees,
even joined by flying birds that in joy sing
roaming among the almond, peach and pear,
flying to and fro from the blue gum trees
in the unfolding of spring.
VI
In the unfolding of spring
it came to my mind
the words, the deeds and every thing,
of the troublesome kind
that man does to his fellow human beings
as if he is inclined
to act only to his own interest without any feelings,
as if so designed
but around me the new awakenings
are totally unrestrained
in days and evenings
with beauty that is gained
while everywhere flowers are rising,
I long for an eternal spring’s blessing.
VII
I long for an eternal spring’s blessing
as if the Godly plan
in a place where everything is living,
is still in effect for man,
where the songs of birds through the hubbub ring
as if the singing birds are right here
bringing pleasure to everything
making existing so sweet and sincere,
as if from the very beginning
the Lord God was near,
even before human beings were sinning
when these joyous songs fall on the ear:
.
with all of the love that God is granting,
just after winter you are back enchanting.
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A Flower To Auroville Mother-102
Masipachchai(Artemisia absinthium)
Fertile green festive and favourite
Much mattered the leaves of 'Pachai'
Variegated lot of Artemesia-delight
Temple lords'most sought-after'Pachai'
Short and salient fragrant and sweet
Medicated my garden scenting sanative
Mellowed gray helping the leafy treat
Buddy flora tiny pale such formative
Monitor o'Pachai enlaced with the rest
In enchanting bliss of the following
The above hundred and one in knotted zest
To make all a garland in divine touching
poem by Indira Renganathan
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We Are To Play The Game Of Death
WE are to play the game of death to-night, my bride and I.
The night is black, the clouds in the sky are capricious, and the waves are raving at sea.
We have left our bed of dreams, flung open the door and come out, my bride and I.
We sit upon a swing, and the storm winds give us a wild push from behind.
My bride starts up with fear and delight, she trembles and clings to my breast.
Long have I served her tenderly.
I made for her a bed of flowers and I closed the doors to shut out the rude light from her eyes.
I kissed her gently on her lips and whispered softly in her ears till she half swooned in languor.
She was lost in the endless mist of vague sweetness.
She answered not to my touch, my songs failed to arouse her.
To-night has come to us the call of the storm from the wild.
My bride has shivered and stood up, she has clasped my hand and come out.
Her hair is flying in the wind, her veil is fluttering, her garland rustles over her breast.
The push of death has swung her into life.
We are face to face and heart to heart, my bride and I.
poem by Rabindranath Tagore
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We are…
We are as big as our dreams
as fabulous as our fantasies
as invigorating as our intellect
as poise as our wisdom
as passionate as our purpose
as great as our grit
as generous as our sight
as good as our mind
as beautiful as our modesty
as brave as our integrity
as healthy as our humor
as fragrant as our innocence
as pleasant as our humility
and with all this my pal!
we are as fresh as mist
as fair as tender air
as clear as celestial water
as endearing as enchanting nature
after all, we are finally,
what we choose to be…
poem by Chandrashekar A Posy Poet
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Tiny Waves
Tiny Waves play in circles on pond's water;
Chilly breeze blows on it in winter.
Marvelous looks the smiling lotus;
She fulfils all Deities desires.
With the touch of breeze lovely lotus tutters;
She provides poets with pleasures.
Paradise's beauty pervades on Earth;
Poets enchant with love affection mirth.
Lily smiles with all glamour;
Moon beam kisses, fulfilling her desire.
Chilly mild breeze attracts traveler's attention;
Poets desire pleasure for enthusiastic depiction.
Pond's beauty is magnified with green creepers;
Peerless beauty attracts the travelers;
Tiny blossoms smile with the touch of light;
In poet's mind pervades delight.
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Peace
Beautiful looks ‘Patitapavana Bana’(Temple’s Flag) from a distant;
In devotees pervades rays of love, merriment.
Chanting hymns devotees dance with joy;
Devotees surrender on the lotus feet with gay.
The supreme power is the Director, operator of the universe.
Creatures exist on Earth with his bliss.
Stars twinkle in the sky;
Plants, creatures live with gay.
Moon smiles in the distant firmament;
In Earthy creatures plays waves of merriment.
Beauteous looks the distant mountain;
Beauteously flows the wavy dazzling fountain.
Purity, sanctity, serenity, tranquility reigns on the shrine;
Devotees enjoy the beauty as drunkards to wine.
Cordiality, fraternity embraces the devotees;
In devotees plays lightening delight.
God embraces the real devotee;
Provides Eternal peace, Delight.
God’s temple is the Heaven on Earth;
Eternally smiles the temple, a brook of mirth.
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The Moon
because of your love
i shine brighter
than the stars
the brightness
of your glow
softens this land
this mountain
i am the lady
of the night
the smallest
yet the brightest
on this celetial stage
i bathe in your warm affection
glows in subdued yellow
i dance to your aura
changes into so many forms
savouring your charms
putting me in top spirits
you are the sun of my life
without you i would be gone
missed in the whole universe
because of you
my allure, my grace,
wins the perpetual
enchanting lines of poets
praises of emperors
like minded intellectuals
i accompanied
ancient scholars in their
academic pursuits
late into the night
and princes and princesses
in their romance trails
i am the lady of the night
that dances in perpetual bliss
changing pose and shape
on the boundless
glittering celestial stage of love
swearing my love to you
to the rivers and seas
pulling them higher up to you
so that you could see me
dance in shimmering glow
my unwavering love for you
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Autumn Vavroovahana Patra
Autumn reigns on Earth;
In all creatures plays waves of mirth.
Chilly breeze blows on Earth;
People enjoy the beauty with mirth.
Green paddy plants smile in the lap of Nature;
Goddess operates the lives of all creatures.
Is the Deity of all Deities;
Is our Almighty.
Creatures surrender on mother’s feet;
She is our lives savior, delight.
Provides duty;
Chanting hymns we live with gaiety.
Beauteous looks Autumn firmament.
In all creatures plays waves of merriment;
Silvery cloudy play in the sky;
In poet’s mind plays gay.
Earth looks beautiful;
Creatures are delightful.
Pray goddess gleefully;
Surrender on the Rosy feet gaily.
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A Mirage
Were I thy bride,
Then the whole world beside
Were not too wide
To hold my wealth of love -
Were I thy bride!
Upon thy breast
My loving head would rest,
As on her nest
The tender turtle-dove -
Were I thy bride!
This heart of mine
Would be one heart with thine,
And in that shrine
Our happiness would dwell -
Were I thy bride!
And all day long
Our lives should be a song:
No grief, no wrong
Should make my heart rebel -
Were I thy bride!
The silvery flute,
The melancholy lute,
Were night-owl's hoot
To my low-whispered coo -
Were I thy bride!
The skylark's trill
Were but discordance shrill
To the soft thrill
Of wooing as I'd woo -
Were I thy bride!
The rose's sigh
Were as a carrion's cry
To lullaby
Such as I'd sing to thee -
Were I thy bride!
A feather's press
Were leaden heaviness
To my caress.
But then, unhappily,
I'm not thy bride!
poem by William Schwenck Gilbert
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Divine Shrine Vavroovahana Patra
On the shrine ye stand with a flute in the afternoon;
With an innocent heart, with a garland of blossoms I pray for the boon.
Oh, loving dear, I be mentally clear, serene and pure to get your bliss;
In the mom and eve, in dawn and dusk I come and go cherish a little peace.
The shrine is pure with the aroma of flower;
The abode illuminates with the fire, vibrates in eve's prayer.
Perfumed with sandal's glamorous odour;
The devotees reach with light to adore.
I come to thee with fragrant flower;
How pleasantly you are desirous and fair.
To-day, returning back with empty hand from your bosom;
Tomorrow, I would not be back, receiving the garland of bliss that blossom.
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Divine Shrine Vavroovahana Patra
On the shrine ye stand with a flute in the afternoon, with an innocent heart,
with a garland of blossoms I pray for the boon.
Oh, loving dear, I be mentally clear, serene and pure to get your bliss;
In the morn and eve, in dawn and duels I come and go cherish a little peace.
The shrine is pure with the aroma of flower.
The abode illuminates with the fine;
Vibrates in eve's prayer.
Perfumed with sandal's glamorous odour;
The devotees reach with light to adore.
I come to thee with fragrant flower;
How pleasantly you are desirous and fair.
To-day, returning back with empty hand from your bosom;
Tomorrow, I would not be back, receiving the garland of bliss that blossom.
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Hindu Wedding On A Jasmine Day
The season of JASMINE is blooming.
Wedding is on a day of JASMINE.
The couple are ready for the holy-bond.
Guests are ready with their blessing-band.
Baskets of garlands and stringed JASMINE,
With decorative JASMINE tassles is pleasing.
The fragrance of JASMINE is ambrosial!
Breathtaking! JASMINES' aroma is celestial.
Her long plait padded with JASMINES strung,
Atop with strands of JASMINE being swung,
The bride is given a garland of JASMINE.
Also the 'groom is given a garland of JASMINE.
The family deity is adorned with JASMINE.
The guests are given strands of JASMINE.
The couple garland each other in heck.
The 'groom ties an yellow thread around bride's neck.
The priest makes the groom by seven steps,
Promise to guard his spouse in life's ups.
Splattering holy rice and scenty JASMINE,
All bless 'LONG SMELLY LIKE JASMINE'!
poem by Indira Renganathan
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Moon Vavroovahana Patra
Shining secleing moon in the eastern firmament peeps;
Mirth reigns in human heart evaporates the grief.
Pinle violet color endows the lovely enticing horizon;
Poets, passers-by, peasants behold the beauty, delight with profound passion.
Twinkling little stars magnify the eternal beauty;
Earthy creatures merry make, forget their duty.
Lily sheds tears of joy for the moon;
For the lover in the tiny pond she blooms.
The moon is a Brook of Joy mirroring in the lap of Nature;
Dazzles as a spring of Bliss in the human creature.
The beam is an ocean of peace, Tranquility, coolness;
To her glory, Dignity, Beauty human mind is unable to guess.
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