Above is spread the blue canopy,
A lovely velvet is the earth,
The sun holds his court by day,
The stars, an assembly by night.
When the wild clouds appear
They spread ecstasy around them,
The spring plays the drum,
The wind chants the rain-song.
The birds sing in a chorus,
They deliver the message of Love,
The flowers, fruits, leaves and grasses
Manifest their incomparable forms.
Youth and wealth come and go,
The world is a tale of Rama, the Greatest,
This pageant is passing,
God, the Truth, is Eternal, Everlasting.

by Swami Rama Tirtha

Share This