art Ram Onkar
To the music of the distant flute
Flows the wide, ancient river,
Fresh with young waters.
Many chants are sung in praise of happiness,
Many gods are invoked as guides to happiness,
Many heavens are glorified as enticements to happiness,
Many altars are built to happiness,
Many rites are performed as offerings to happiness,
Many benedictions are asked as protection for happiness,
Many truths are extolled in anguish for happiness,
Many virtues are sought in fear for happiness,
Many possessions are gathered in hope of happiness,
Many desires are gratified in expectation of happiness,
Many sacrifices are made in quest of happiness,
Many austerities are imposed in longing for happiness.
Deep in the mire, the seed of the lotus is in travail,
The soft fragrance lies hid in the heart of the flower.
Flows the wide, ancient river,
Fresh with young waters.
Many chants are sung in praise of happiness,
Many gods are invoked as guides to happiness,
Many heavens are glorified as enticements to happiness,
Many altars are built to happiness,
Many rites are performed as offerings to happiness,
Many benedictions are asked as protection for happiness,
Many truths are extolled in anguish for happiness,
Many virtues are sought in fear for happiness,
Many possessions are gathered in hope of happiness,
Many desires are gratified in expectation of happiness,
Many sacrifices are made in quest of happiness,
Many austerities are imposed in longing for happiness.
Deep in the mire, the seed of the lotus is in travail,
The soft fragrance lies hid in the heart of the flower.
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