Wassakara

Rain-forested peaks rise to kiss the clouds,Great rivers wander, flowing in every direction.In secret caves, sages dwell in silence,Guardians of the hidden powers of the universe.This is the paradise isle—Its forests breathing the air that sustains mankind. O Plata, Sandara, Arittha,Shiva, Vessavana, Vishwadeva! The palaces of ancient Hela were carved of moonstone,Gleaming bright beneath the…

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O River of the Sky

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…

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My homeland (Sathan sethbima)

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…

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