O River of the Sky, tell me now,Reveal the true line of the Sinhala kings somehow.Declare that long before Great King Mahāsammata came,This land was our inheritance, our ancestral claim. Beyond our own solar system’s light,To Akaniṭṭha Brahma Realm shining bright,If any living being dwells so far away,Our shelter once embraced them on a distant…
Farmer, behold my little son,One day he will grow to eat rice from the earth.O God, look—my child sleeps in peace,Soft as the evening breeze. Son, do you dream of being cradledIn the lap of gentle Malokudevi?Do you see the Bodhi leaves swaying in the night wind,Glistening softly under the silver moonlight? Do you dream…
My homeland—sole cradle where every being is free,a land of merit, shining with the Three Sinhales.The Sinhalese have walked this earth for countless ages,guardians of a sacred trust a million years deep.From this holy soil arose the Dhamma’s gentle light,bringing peace to the world, scattering the darkness.The blood within me beats with love for this…