Today's Beautiful Gem: Mystic songs composed by anonymous itinerant
singers and authors, translated by Deben Bhattacharya.

1) "Dear Love, you who share my pain,
Can tell me why my heart is lost to listlessness
And walks on its own toward its own self
With no hue and cry.

"There is no patience in the core of my heart--
Shivering with tears it cries with the eyes,
And in the silence of lovely sound forever calls:
Come, please come."

2) "...The potter cuts the clay
and kneads it and shapes it until it is elegant.
Impure gold holds no colour on its own.
You must burn it on fire for purity and colour..."

3) "Attested by your own heart, O my master,
lead me the right way as you play the melody on the lute.
The lute could never sing on its own, without you to play it."

Om s'aantih: Peace! - J. K. Mohana Rao