BUDDHA - RE-DESCENT

 

B. Indira Kumari

 

1)         O! The greatest of the “Sakhyas! Welcome. In all

                        reverence welcome thou art.

            Let this country, India be beautified with

                        the touch of thy sacred feet,

            Let thy sweet smiling blissful looks, just

                        akin to the honey waves,

            Coming forth from the Flowers like ‘Mandara’

                        Cool the heated and the worried minds

                        of human beings.

 

2)         The country’s good has fallen a prey to the

                        flames of selfishness,

            Hatred has increased so fast and inevitable

                        has become the wicked propaganda,

            O! Swami Siddartha! Descend once again to

                        establish tranquility and peace

            In this Universe being over-ridden with

                        jealousies and vengeance

 

3)         The lives of the poor are being invaded with the

                        demoniac powers

            Thirsting for blood, progress has stopped anon

            And freedom is fettered. Hence, O Swami

                        Come hither soon.

            To save the ‘Swan, this earth’ wounded by the

                        arrows cast by the most vicious and heartless.

 

4)         Broken into cracks is the universe with

                        the most fatal atom bombs;

            Nowhere to be seen good understanding among

                        human beings;

            Rotten have become ‘Panchasila’ Schemes

                        and the avaricious acts have exceeded limits.

            Ah! Looted is humanity by the peoples’

                        fighting tendency, O Lord! Look at all these.

 

5)         From all sides have spread the flames of

                        battles, taken with fright shudders

            The whole universe and so dreadfully

                        roaring, the tiger of malice,

            Has drunk in one gulp to its heart’s content

                        the blood of people

            Roused is the meaningless egoism of nations

                        and the unruly acts have put on reins;

            O Siddartha! we pray to thee to put out the

                        flames of destructive injustice and liberate

                        the whole universe

 

(The original “PUNRAHWANAM” By “KARUNASREE” is in Telugu)

 

 

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