Goltay's Ode to the Sun
O, sun, my friend,
stretch the golden lotus of your light!
Lift the bright giant axe
Split the black clouds of suffering full of tears!
I know you are sitting in the middle of the lotus,
Your hair is shining with golden light.
The Sanskrit sound that awakens all things
The burning strings flying from your arms.
In this life
At the first dawn, you kissed all over my pure forehead
.
The stream of light ignited by your passionate kiss
Brilliant waves surge in my heart.
The never-quiet flame
leaps and roars in my song.
My green blood marked with hickeys
swirls and dances in the flood of rhythm.
The crazy music
is blended with passionate emotions
and floats in all directions.
Your kiss also causes the heart to cry for no reason,
to feel inexplicable sadness.
I bow to the image of your blazing sacrificial fire
the truth I seek.
Ancient poet, sleepy seaside
You blow the reed flute to disperse the darkness
It is my heart;
Wandering from the flute hole
The colorful clouds in the sky,
The fragrance of the jasmine flowers that have just bloomed in the forest,
The tinkling sound of the rock spring.
The vitality of the spring water in the ups and downs of the melody swelled all over my body.
My soul is a lost song.
You boarded the boat of music,
curiously embraced the vast earth,
and drifted on the river of time with a smile.
Under the warm sunshine of Aswin ①
My bound soul
Restless and unwilling to be lonely
Like dew Jasmine
Refracted light.
Your dancing beams of light on the crest of the waves cast shock
into my eyes.
What treasure in the treasury of heat
have you given to me?
What dreams are weaved in my deep heart
In various colors?
The female messenger you sent
Painting in the high hall of Guangye,
The past passed in an instant
The invisible and wonderful fantasy< /p>
Disappear completely.
Crying, laughter, pain and joy return to normal——
Don’t lock me away.
The female messengers of Slavan Moon ②
Hiding in the trembling green leaves,
Anklets and jumping over rocks
The murmuring clear springs are singing;
The moon of Vishak ③ drinks the wine of the storm,
dances slightly drunk, and the sky shakes and the earth trembles.
Farewell to Xu Yiyi’s spring
All the gifts are soft.
After being busy for a while,
they disappeared into the horizon of poverty,
leaving no footprints.
Ah, sun, in your palace
The golden flute in autumn plays the divine tune.
A world with morning light, clear dew, tears, and sweet smiles
Sometimes joyful, sometimes melancholy.
I don’t know whose call my song heard,
suddenly became crazy enthusiastic,
like a wandering monk along the road in space
Flying towards you with concentration,
Carrying a basket of flowers.
The beggar of light, able to step into your temple like a sleepwalker?
Oh, sun, open the door,
Hold the song I have been waiting for for a long time in your arms;
Pray for the baptism of "tranquility" by the fire spring ,
Get rid of confusion and panic.
At dusk, use the cinnabar of the sunset
to paint her hair red;
At dawn, use the morning stars
to paint her delicate eyebrows
Draw an auspicious mole;
Play the dusk song with the majestic melody of the waves
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① June in the Indian calendar, September to October in the Gregorian calendar.
② April in the Indian calendar, July to August in the Gregorian calendar.
③The first month of the Indian calendar, April to May of the Gregorian calendar.
Lulu
Lulu said with tears in her eyes:
"My life is so short
Just like a child's fantasy,
I will die after giving birth
Alas, I am just awake
The tears of joy of the morning aunt,
As long as she restrains her smile. ,
Shrink and disappear immediately
The rose raises its pink cheeks,
reveals a sweet and moving smile
Jasmine devotes her life. The sweet jelly,
The wind sipped it and was fascinated.
The butterfly could not decide,
whom to form a lifelong partner.
Flapping my tired wings
Flying among the flowers
Oh, why can’t I live in their joy forever?
Why is it like the flicking of eyelashes
That brief moment of excitement,
With a smile that is far from satisfied
Sad farewell to the beautiful world?
Lying on the green leaves of the Asuka flower,
The dying dewdrop lamented: "Alas,
the joy is not over yet,
Why does life wither so early!"
The young poet sighed and said:
"Why am I not a dewdrop,
open my eyes every morning? ,
Life immediately withered
Oh, God, you created
my dew-like life,
why didn’t you give it. Give me
a life like dewdrops? ”
Strange dreams
fill the time, fill the clear sky,
sleep soundly The great god is dreaming magnificent dreams.
In the vague dream,
the vast earth
floated like a bubble in his heart,
the sun and the moon rose , rising dusk and morning light,
billions of bright galaxies rising.
Clusters of planets and satellites rotate endlessly,
sinking and floating under the sky day and night.
The lonely sea moans all year round,
The spirits of thousands of rivers gather at your feet.
The river is gurgling, the spring is trickling,
The roar of the clouds is dull, and the tsunami is solemn;
The grinning Gangfeng walks out of the old building,
Countless rough hands plucking the pipa of the forest trees;
Like the frozen laughter of the mountain demon,
The glacier howls and rolls towards the deep valley;
The head of the forest shakes My hair is disheveled, and the songs echoing everywhere are sad and mournful.
Pieces of land radiate wonderful sound waves,
converging into a hymn of a broad heart.
The scenery and creatures in this dream kingdom are constantly changing into new shapes.
Flowers bear fruit, fruits turn into seeds,
New trees multiply in the forest and become colorful.
The water vapor condenses into clouds, the clouds turn into rain,
The waterfall breaks through the imprisonment of the mountains.
The melted snow in summer flies down to the crematorium,
extinguishing the sky-high flames of the cremated corpses.
The summer rain turns into a gray-haired winter,
It is also like the blooming mountain flowers sent back by Giuchardi in spring.
Except for the eternal heart, everything is new.
The eternal heart is brewing new dreams.
The person created in the incomplete dream is a slave of habit,
working tirelessly to win waking perfection.
His only wish:
Understanding tears the curtain of ignorance.
When will the most virtuous soul escape from slumber?
Will the dream of shortcomings in this world slowly become round?
The dark dream shadows of the sun, moon and stars
dissolve in the shining heart.
The earth exploded, and the stars
burst like water bubbles one after another.
The creatures that are more brilliant than the stars
also seem to disappear like water bubbles.
Great God, is there really a moment when great dreams disappear?
Are half-truths and half-falsies about to sink in the sea of ??truth?
Your heart is hidden in the half-destructed water.
When will it be completely destroyed, tell me, great God!
①The son-in-law of Venus in Indian mythology who has powerful spells.
Sleep Country
The children are already asleep,
all the games are forgotten.
The gentle evening breeze passed through the window lattice,
wiping comfort on their eyelids.
They were playing a game, lying down one by one,
The playing field was scattered around their feet.
They staggered here and there, and the love of the gods
fell like a shadow over them.
The wind blows the thick hair again and again
and touches their faces.
Xinghui smiled and landed in the sky,
kissing their slightly parted lips again and again.
Looking down at the bright stars all night long,
whispering to each other,
secretly discussing,
using light and shadow in the skirt pockets Weave
dreams overflowing with sweet smiles,
and send them into the hearts of children.
The next day the rising sun bloomed in the fields
Colorful flowers,
The children opened their eyes from their dreams,
Eliminate fatigue.
The bright red Chao Dun wakes them up,
They play more happily.
Flower-like children bathe in the sunshine,
Morning birds chirp and sing.
Yogi
The waning moon fell. Yogi
Facing the vast sea,
With the sky above his head, his long unkempt hair shawl,
Waiting for the red sun to rise,
< p> The body is tall and naked, the broad heaven is shining,The hands are folded, the expression is peaceful,
Staring at the eastern sky, the moist and warm sea breeze
Blowing across his thick chest.
The ends of the earth are clearly visible, the earth is sleeping soundly,
The yogis stand silently.
The tide of timidity recedes and returns,
washing away the dust from his feet.
There is tranquility all around, without hearing the noise of the world,
The sea sings softly,
Full of piety, with the majesty of the waves
< p> Praise the rising sun.A yogi is like a statue. A ray of dawn
illuminated his calm face.
The ghost behind him closed his eyes,
and began to sit in meditation for the day.
Looking up to the east, the bright glow
has flooded the forehead of the morning sky,
The monk who abandoned his home suddenly pointed to the sky
Chant the Vedas mantra.