What happens after death
remains an unsolved puzzle
a mystery, beyond imagination
beyond speculation, beyond conception
But to shrink away from death
is to deny the flow and continuity of life
of love, of time, of life in myriad forms
thus to rob of the very purpose of existence
Without the cold embrace of death
we can’t realize the warmth of Love’s embrace
of the fullness of life in love
of ripening to fall and fade off in dust
Hear the ravishing song of existence
the rhythmic flow of the river of time
of the choir of the blossoming spring
and the sweet sad music of autumn
Death and life make one piece
each one without the other is incomplete
they together create harmonics for the grand symphony
sung at the feast of gods and beings all at the carnival of existence.
(Yayati)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem