She gazes beneath her dark, arched brows,She pours nectar into a silver chalice.She is the Princess of Madda,Wearing a simple necklace of clay beads—And yet her beauty shines brighter than gold. She is the Princess of Madda—Who seizes the eyes, who stirs the heart,Who makes the spirit restless,Who fills the soul with joy. Princess of…
The images born in the eyes are but illusions—Yes… fleeting illusions.Yet not all images vanish like shadows;Some remain, eternal and true.They are the images bound to the heart. Images that stir the heart, weaving bonds of love,Images that enchant with wonder,These are the ones that forever conquer the soul. Images carried upon the fragrance of…
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…
When the sun-scorched rock, long-thirsting in drought,Is kissed by rain, a strange, earthy fragranceUsually rises to greet the air—But today, I do not sense it. Wasps hum softly,Lingering upon the tender areca blooms.And I, with a voice adrift,Sing of my life—Unknowing where its beginning lies,Where its middle rests,Or how its end will come. Once, I…
Wash from our bodies the painted hues of parties,Let Diyawanna’s waters rinse us clean.We have watched too many hollow spectacles—Let us turn our faces and refuse them.Lay aside caste and color, if only for a moment,For our Motherland, Sri Lanka, is fading—Come, give her some care before it is too late. Without you, who will…