When you are calm and serene
lost in ecstasy of inner dance
every thing within you whirls
each limb aware, yet not aware
Turning, you see it happen
in every one’s heart
in each turn a universe in motion
a star-system on the run
Each sphere aware of the other
but goes cycling on its course
without caring for the other
so perfect is the synchronisation
In hailstone and storm
there continues the cosmic dance
every time a new dancer in the ring
donning a new costume and colourful wings
By the light of God on each dancer’s face
they monitor their movement and pace
gain luminosity and intelligence
to move in the orbit of His/Her grace.
(Yayati)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem