It’s the end of the year and this quote “ದಾರಿ ನೂರಾರು ಬೆಳಕಿನರಮನೆಗೆ”, which loosely translates to “There are hundreds of paths to the Palace of light [synonymous with happiness, peace, prosperity, or whatever the goal maybe]”, serves as a reminder that my that there indeed can be hundreds of different paths to the Palace of light.
My cousin introduced me to this. God bless him, he seem to have found his path to his Palace of light.
The following is a poem written by Kuvempu, honoring and admiring farmers.
ನೇಗಿಲ ಹಿಡಿದ ಹೊಲದೊಳು ಹಾಡುತ ಉಳುವಾ ಯೋಗಿಯ ನೋಡಲ್ಲಿ
ಫಲವನು ಬಯಸದ ಸೇವೆಯ ಪೂಜೆಯು ಕರ್ಮವೆ ಇಹಪರ ಸಾಧನವೋ
ಕಷ್ಟದೊಳನ್ನವ ದುಡಿವನೆ ತ್ಯಾಗಿ, ಸೃಷ್ಟಿ ನಿಯಮದೊಳಗವನೇ ಭೋಗಿ
ಉಳುವಾಯೋಗಿಯ ನೋಡಲ್ಲಿ! ಉಳುವಾಯೋಗಿಯ ನೋಡಲ್ಲಿ!
ಲೋಕದೊಳೇನೇ ನಡೆಯುತಲಿರಲಿ ತನ್ನೀಕಾರ್ಯವ ಬಿಡನೆಂದು
ರಾಜ್ಯಗಳುದಿಸಲಿ ರಾಜ್ಯಗಳಳಿಯಲಿ ಹಾರಲಿ ಗದ್ದುಗೆ ಮುಕುಟಗಳೋ,
ಮುತ್ತಿಗೆ ಹಾಕಲಿ ಸೈನಿಕರೆಲ್ಲ ಬಿತ್ತುಳುವುದನವ ಬಿಡುವುದೇ ಇಲ್ಲ
ಬಿತ್ತುಳುವುದನವ ಬಿಡುವುದೇ ಇಲ್ಲ
ಉಳುವಾಯೋಗಿಯ ನೋಡಲ್ಲಿ! ಉಳುವಾಯೋಗಿಯ ನೋಡಲ್ಲಿ!
ಯಾರು ಅರಿಯದ ನೇಗಿಲ ಯೋಗಿಯೇ ಲೋಕಕೆ ಅನ್ನವ ನೀಯುವನು
ಹೆಸರನು ಬಯಸದೆ ಅತಿಸುಖಗಳಸದೆ ದುಡಿವನು ಗೌರವದಾಶಿಸದೆ
ನೇಗಿಲ ಕುಲದೊಳಗಡಗಿದೆ ಕರ್ಮ
ನೇಗಿಲ ಮೇಲೆಯೇ ನಿಂತಿದೆ ಧರ್ಮ
ಉಳುವಾಯೋಗಿಯ ನೋಡಲ್ಲಿ! ಉಳುವಾಯೋಗಿಯ ನೋಡಲ್ಲಿ!
You’re the brightest of the star,
far from my reach.
In just about everything, there’s intrinsic beauty
that’s nothing but immaculate.
Like the freshness in blossoming flowers’ petals,
or the kind colors of the setting sun permitting the gazing.
Like the tenderness in the told love,
or the depth of the untold love.
Perhaps all it takes is the willingness to see.
I wonder what you seek in those
lone wanderers you come across
as you take rounds
gazing all the way into the
dark corners of their hearts
that lit up by the brilliance of your beauty
as they reclaim, and reveal theirs
to their forgotten selves;
beauty that lasts for moments as they
lose themselves to you in
moments that’re willfully vulnerable,
and full of love they seek;
the same love they once were fortunate enough
to have received,
or have had the greater luck of finding one who could
find meaning in the love that was given.
Is that what you seek, too,
you lone wanderer?
ಸ್ಲೇಟು - ಬಳಪ 