The flute lures the snake
to hood up from basket
and to sway to its tune
Such is the power
of the snake charmer’s art
to its binding spell you be utterly lost
An adept knows alone
what magic mantra is hidden
in its ravishing tune
With its hood straight
a yogi-like austerely it stands
in a Natraja pose
Every one is born with a chip
of accumulated karmic memories
from myriad past lives that affect the present
Until you attain the power
to see through the life’s opaque layers
you will not realize its true essence
The flute conceals within its tune the key
which can let you to see the hidden door
that leads to the destination
Instantly it lets you to resume the ascent
to experience the bliss-light of entasy
that on you a Shiva-like glow returns
With ashes you cover your visible part
play on the flute of the heart
to taste the sublime of the artless art.
(Yayati)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem