On my right and left I hear great noises of the power-proud ones. The sorrow-bearing fighter-devil is challenging loud for a cruel fight. Perhaps just now the dark vicious night will fall.
On the happy lovely world of beauty pleasure light and rhythm. We are stepping into the mire of the pond of filth and infamy. The malevolent satan is shouting his deluding bravado. That wicked hypocrite will be victorious and we will fall back? Alas! Humanity will be of no worth on this wide world?
Draw in your tongue so spread with rapacious greed. Hold back tightly the rope of plundering robbers wishes. Put your hard hunt loving sword in the sheath.
There is no solution in malice love is greater than hatred.
Cover you anger-burning eyes with palms of your hands.
O great human being calls the benevolent God to your heart.
Drink the nectar of love after getting your body smeared with sandal-wood of affection to win the seat of immortality with the emblem of victory.
Article extracted from this publication >> February 21, 1992
