Wednesday, 17 January 2018

Atharva: Book 3: Hymn 25

 A man's love-charm - Sacred Texts

Let the Impeller goad thee on. Rest not in peace upon thy bed.
  Terrible is the shaft of Love: therewith I pierce thee to the
That arrow winged with longing thought, its stem Desire, its
   neck, Resolve,
  Let Kāma, having truly aimed, shoot forth and pierce thee in
   the heart.
The shaft of Kāma, pointed well, that withers and consumes the
  With hasty feathers, all aglow, therewith I pierce thee to the
Pierced through with fiercely-burning heat, steal to me with thy
   parching lips,
  Gentle and humble, all mine own, devoted, with sweet words of
Away Lfrom mother and from sire I drive thee hither with a
  That thou mayst be at my command and yield to every wish of
   mine. p. a97
Mitra and Varuna, expel all thought and purpose from her
  Deprive her of her own free will and make her subject unto me.

Tuesday, 20 December 2016

"My eyes?" I asked.

"My eyes?" I asked. 
She said, "Look for me."
I then asked, "My gut?" 

"Let it sigh for me."
"And my heart?" I asked. 
"What's in it?" said she.
I said, "Pain for you." 
"Then keep it for me."

~ Moulana Rumi ~
[Sufi mystic, great poet, 13th Century CE, Iran ]

Original Persian:
گفتم چشمم، گفت براهش میدار
گفتم جگرم،گفت پرآهش میدار
گفتم که دلم، گفت چه داری در دل
گفتم غم تو، گفت نگاهش میدار

Thursday, 8 December 2016

It's your road

It's your road, and yours alone.others may walk it with you,but no one can walk it for you.

~ Rumi
Image: Lars van de Goor

Sunday, 31 July 2016

Rig-Veda Book 1 Hymn IV

HYMN IV. Indra

1 As a good cow to him who milks, we call the doer of fair deeds,
To our assistance day by day.
2 Come thou to our libations, drink of Soma; Soma-drinker thou!
The rich One's rapture giveth kine.
3 So may we be acquainted with thine innermost benevolence:
Neglect us not, come hitherward.
4 Go to the wise unconquered One, ask thou of Indra, skilled in song,
Him who is better than thy friends.
5 Whether the men who mock us say, Depart unto another place,
Ye who serve Indra and none else;
6 Or whether, God of wondrous deeds, all our true people call us blest,
Still may we dwell in Indra's care.
7 Unto the swift One bring the swift, man-cheering, grace of sacrifice,
That to the Friend gives wings and joy.
8 Thou, Śatakratu, drankest this and wast the Vṛtras’ slayer; thou
Helpest the warrior in the fray.
9 We strengthen, Śatakratu, thee, yea, thee the powerful in fight,
That, Indra, we may win us wealth.
10 To him the mighty stream of wealth, prompt friend of him who pours the juice,
Yea, to this Indra sing your song.

Rig Veda: Rig-Veda Book 1: HYMN IV. Indra. 2016. Rig Veda: Rig-Veda Book 1: HYMN IV. Indra. [ONLINE] Available at: [Accessed 31 July 2016]