Translated by Bibekananda Choudhury
Nose and Tongue
The ones too sensitive to their noses
Are totally intolerant of other's tongues!
In this land, so many tongues got severed
Talking about intolerance.
The tongue has now turned all-devouring
It is present in the eyes-hearts-fingers of many.
The ones too sensitive of noses
Have got their noses severed now.
"Naak Aaru Jibba" original unpublished
Bed of illusion
This bed of illusion
Is made on a hundred petals
Scattered from the hundred petalled one ( lotus).
Father, your navel-lotus stings me like a thorn.
I do not enjoy this watery siesta.
I want to come back to my senses,
Would like to create
The four categories of lifeforms
Of the universe
All anew.
Though you are shining in your
Cosmic form
You are our fosterer
Is fostering the ultimate responsibility, Father?
I am puzzled and confused with the many faces-
If in one face there is greed, in the other, desire
This one is goaded by lust, the other beckoned by anger,
I am deluged by all the evils of the world.
Endow me with one face
Just one face
To concentrate on one entity
To sing the song of unity.
Liberate me from these pains
Liberate me from myself.
Put me into the womb
Of your dearest lady.
"Maya-xajya" in prakash
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