youtube/watch?v=VdIwvAR1rAU When my footsteps fall on this road no more I will ferry not, my boat on this pier I will end this buy and sell, I will settle all my dues I wont to and fro to this mart So be it if you recall me or not So be it if gazing up at the stars, you call me or not. When dust accumulates On the strings of the Tanpura* When barbed fences of vines Creep up doorways of home When the flower garden adorns Ascetic robes of dense green grass When moss surrounds the pond So be it if you recall me or not So be it if gazing up at the stars, you call me or not. Then will the flute still sing thus in this play Days will pass, day after day Just the way it does today Ferryboats will fill up that day Piers full in the very same way In that field, cows will graze, cowherds will play So be it if you recall me or not So be it if gazing up at the stars, you call me or not. Who says then, I am no more, in that morn In all play, this self will play With a new name In a new embrace Come and go I will, This self that is eternal So be it if you recall me or not So be it if gazing up at the stars, you call me or not.
Posted on: Sun, 05 Oct 2014 09:36:30 +0000
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