Worship Lord Shiva!I have wandered through many lands of this Hela Dveepa seeking aid,Yet only in You—my radiant, solar, ancestral Shiva—Have I found true refuge.You are the guardian of my soul. As the elephant calf is sheltered by the might of the herd,So too does Your protection surround me.Each dawn You arrive—A newborn ray of…
Young Man:A bouquet of peacock feathersWas laid upon the road to Moriya city.Follow them—there you will find the way. Young Woman:Then place a single feather in my hair,Let it be my crown of grace. Young Man:From afar, I saw you blossoming in a lake,Swarms of wasps hovering, drunk on your fragrance.Listen—hear the Ravanahasta sing. Young…
The evening shadows gather,Darkness spreads across the land.The branches of the ancient banyan sway,As winds from the kamathasWhirl around the quiet village. “Dadakiri Appa,Dadakiri Appa…” I lost track of time in idle talk,Not knowing dusk had come.Now my baby cries at home—I run with hasteTo soothe the little one’s tears. “Dadakiri Appa,Dadakiri Appa…” My heart…
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…
King Devakonda counseled me: “Go, to the island of Sinhala.”And Koman, the Arab trader, promised: “Ask of me anything you desire.”If fate decrees the journey, then I must go—For there lies an island paradise, rising from the sea. Let us follow the signs spoken by the ancients,Of a land most fertile, praised by Indians of…