The most beautiful thing in this world is the world
Om Jabakusum sankasyang Kashayapeyang mahadutyimDhantaring sarbapapeghnya, pranatahashmi Dibakaram..Arrows of red hot fire sear meA thirst is my heart in such heatSleepless is night, scorched is the dayRest and comfort elude meA weary dove coos on a wilted branchCrying out its heart in distressI fear not, I fear notI hang on gazing at the skiesIn garb of a fiery tempestI know rain will appear one dayAnd pour down on my parched soul
Om Jabakusum sankasyang Kashayapeyang mahadutyim
ReplyDeleteDhantaring sarbapapeghnya, pranatahashmi Dibakaram..
Arrows of red hot fire sear me
A thirst is my heart in such heat
Sleepless is night, scorched is the day
Rest and comfort elude me
A weary dove coos on a wilted branch
Crying out its heart in distress
I fear not, I fear not
I hang on gazing at the skies
In garb of a fiery tempest
I know rain will appear one day
And pour down on my parched soul