Chapter 5 5

61 My Lord, she is still a child. She runs and plays in your palace, and wants to turn you into her toy too. She didn't mind when her hair fell down, when her casual clothes dragged on the floor. When you speak to her, she falls asleep and does not answer—and the flower you gave her in the morning slips from her hand to the floor. When the rainstorm is raging and the sky is dark, her sleepiness disappears completely, and the doll is thrown on the ground, and it clings to you in horror. She is afraid that she cannot serve you. But you watched her play the game with a smile. You know her.

The child who sits on the ground is your destined bride; her play will cease, and will be changed to deep love. 62 "Ah, sun, what can hold your image but the sky?" "I dreamed of you, but I never expected to serve you." Dew cried and said, "I am too small, my great Lord, to carry you, and my life is full of tears." So the sun said: "I illuminate the vast sky, but I can also surrender to a tiny dewdrop. I will turn into a flash and fill you. In this way, your little life will become a smiling planet. " 63 I don't need that kind of unrestrained love, it is like frothy wine, overflowing from the cup, and it turns into waste in an instant.

Give me that love that is as cool and pure as your raindrops, which blesses the thirsty earth and fills the clay pots of the house. Give me that love which penetrates to the depths of the heart, and flows from there, as unseen sap flows through the tree of life, giving birth to flower and fruit. Give me that love that fills the soul with stillness. 64 A red sunset entered the dense forest west of the river. The children of the monastery had come back from grazing, sitting around the fireside, listening to the master Gautama's lecture, at this time, a strange boy came, paid homage to Gautama, offered fruits and flowers, and fell deeply in the At his feet, he said with a melodious voice like a bird: "Master, I come here to ask you for advice, and let you lead me on the path of sincerity."

"My name is Satya Gamma." "Bless you," said the master. "Son, what family are you from? Only a Brahmin is worthy of pursuing the highest wisdom." "Master," the boy replied, "I don't know what family I am from, I will ask my mother." After saying that, Satya Gama turned and left. He waded through the shallow river and returned to his mother's hut.The hut is located on a barren hill at the end of a quiet village. The house was dimly lit, and the mother stood in the darkness at the door, waiting for her son's return. She held her son tightly in her arms, kissed his hair, and asked him about his advice.

"My dear mother, what is my father's name?" asked the child. "Master Gautama said to me that only a Brahmin is worthy of the highest wisdom." The woman lowered her eyes and said in a low voice: "When I was young, I was a poor man and served many lords. Baby, when you came to your mother Jabala's arms, your mother had no husband." The rising sun shone brightly on the treetops of the monastery. Under the old tree, the disciples sat in front of the master, their disheveled hair was still wet after the morning bath. Satya Gamma came over. He fell at the saint's feet and bowed deeply.

"Tell me," asked the Master, "of what family are you from?" "Master," the boy replied, "I don't know. When I asked my mother, she told me: 'I served many masters when I was young. When you came to your mother Jabala's arms, your mother hadn't husband.'" Suddenly, like a disturbed beehive, there was an angry hum, and the disciples chirped and cursed the outcast for his shameless rants. Guru Gautama rose from his seat, stretched out his arms, and taking the child into his arms, said: "My child, you are the best Brahman. You have inherited the noblest honesty. "

65 Perhaps there is a house in this city that opened forever under the caress of the rising sun this morning, where the light has done its work. Perhaps just this morning, a soul found among the flowers in the hedge and garden the gift of endless time. 66 Listen, O my heart, to the music of his flute the scent of wildflowers, the glistening green leaves and the turquoise streams, and the shadows resounding with the bee's wings. The flute has stolen the smile from my friend's lips and extended it into my life. 69 You dwell in the depths of my heart, so that when my heart wanders it cannot find you; you always conceal my love and my hopes, because you are always in them.

You are the deepest joy in the games of my youth, and every time I indulge in the games, the joy will pass away. You once sang to me in the carnival of my life, but I forgot to sing to you. 70 When you hold up the lamp in the air, the light falls on my face, but the shadow falls on you. When you hold up the lamp of love in my heart, the light falls on you, and I stay behind in the shadows. ... 72 Joy rushes from all the world to build my body. The light from the sky kissed her again and again until it woke her up. The rushing summer flowers praise her breath, the rustling wind and gurgling water sing with her movement.

The colorful passions of the clouds and forests flowed into her life like a tide, and the music of all things caressed her hands and feet gracefully. She is my bride, - she lights the lights in my house. 73 Yangchun came into my life with green leaves and flowers. All morning, the bees buzzed there, and the spring breeze played lazily with the shade. A sweet spring rushes from the depths of my heart. My eyes are washed pure and clear with joy, like morning dew bathed in the morning; life is restless in my limbs, like strings that make a sound. O lover of my infinite time, are you wandering alone on the shores of my stormy life?

Is it my sweet dreams flying around you like moths with colorful wings? Is your song echoing in the dark caves of my life? Who but you can hear the sound of today's fast-moving time in my pulse?Who can hear the joyful dance of my breast, and the restless clamor of the life that beats and beats within me? 74 My chains are broken, my debts are paid, my doors are open, and I can run anywhere. They huddled in the corner, weaving the pale web of time, they sat in the dust counting coins, calling me back. But my sword is forged, my armor is worn, and my steed is eager to run. I will definitely win my kingdom.

75 Not long ago, I came to your land naked, nameless and with only one cry. Today, my voice becomes cheerful, and you, my Lord, step aside to make room for my life to be fulfilled. Even when I offer hymns to you, I secretly hope that these hymns will draw the people of the world to me and make me fall in love. You will be delighted to find that I love the world you have sent me into.