What is life after all but a dream?
Why do we bother for such a life?
Why not to be far away from its...
...pomp and show,
No, it is not a futile dream at all,
It has got a sublime purpose,
It has got a deep meaning,
All sages of old proclaim!
We must not, therefore, doze...
...all day long in the shade.
Rather wake up and come out of dream,
Look out on the world outside,
Look in on the world inside,
Hear midst the flowers a mystic bird singing,
Be it dawn or dusk, or mid noon,
The mystic-bird whistles, ''Teru, Teruu, Teruuu',
Overpowered with the beautiful voice...
...the hearer drinks the music of the bird of paradise,
From the sunrise till the moon rises bright,
And even long after, until the sun again appears,
At the dawn he falls in a swoon...
...when he is fully drunk with the music.
Mykoul
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