Isn't there enough music around?
Why do you feel forlorn and dejected?
Why do you beat yourself to death?
Why do you crush your precious life?
Why do you create thunderstorms around?
Why do you crash your head against the walls?
Isn't there enough water of life around?
Drink of it a handful to be immortal!
Your heart will know what's spiritual ecstasy,
When you know what's the life everlasting;
Let your heart be not the home of death -
The House for Mourning!
Let your heart be the house of rejoicing,
That echoes with the everlasting music of Life!
Listen to the music of life, and vanquish death;
That will give you a divine smile on your face all along;
How rightly Plato says:
'Music gives a soul to the universe, wings to the mind,
Flight to the imagination, and life to everything.'
MyKoul
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem