The Ancient Moon (Puranaye sanda)

PrincessPrince… the ancient moon has returned tonight,Carrying its cool light to the heavens above.I knew you were coming,For your fragrance mingled with the blossoms’ breath. PrincePrincess… I am heir to the royal crown,Yet I cast it aside for you—You, who gather Asoka flowersIn the silent grove of love. PrincessPrince… the ancient monsoon still falls,Pouring its…

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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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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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