Hear me, Ajjuna… hear me, Pajjuna,When you journey toward Thiriya, seek news of my eldest son.The spies have whispered—he prays by the river’s edge. Anuradhapura burns beneath the hand of our foes,so our kin in Kaduruwela know nothing of his fate.Do not let him know my heart still searches.Discover his needs in silence, and ease…
The journey we have shared in life until todayReaches its end, and my heart weeps,Though my mind accepts the truth.Prince Pippali…Let us wait a little longer. We part to seek the path beyond samsara.I agreed to your noble vow, yet my heart breaks.Prince Pippali…Let us wait a little longer. We bow our heads to honor…
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…
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…
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…