Dekh sabe srishti ko bhesa, See the one who creates this world. Chathaka mor pithadam, like a proud peacock pritham hara shyam shaaje, to Lord Krishna we lose our souls in order to decorate him. Barsan laagi badariya rhoom jhoom ke, The clouds gather in splendor, badal garaje, bijuri chamake, as they thunder lightning strikes, bolan lagi koyelia jhoom jhoom ke and the koyel bird sings, barsan laagi badariya rhoom jhoom ke aangiyan bheeje, chunar bheeje, the roads are full of water and ruined clothing. Jhulan laagi punariya jhoom jhoom ke because of which the penitent’s work is made difficult. Barsan laagi badariya rhoom jhoom ke. The clouds gathered in splendor.
From the Heliconian Muses let us begin to sing, who hold the great and holy mount of Helicon, and dance on soft feet about the deep-blue spring and the altar of the almighty son of Cronos, and, when they have washed their tender bodies in Permessus or in the Horse’s Spring or Olmeius, make their fair, lovely dances upon highest Helicon and move with vigorous feet. Thence they arise and go abroad by night, veiled in thick mist, and utter their song with lovely voice, praising Zeus the aegis- holder and queenly Hera of Argos who walks on golden sandals and the daughter of Zeus the aegis-holder bright-eyed Athene, and Phoebus Apollo, and Artemis who delights in arrows, and Poseidon the earth-holder who shakes the earth, and reverend Themis and quick-glancing Aphrodite, and Hebe with the crown of gold, and fair Dione, Leto, Iapetus, and Cronos the crafty counsellor, Eos and great Helius and bright Selene, Earth too, and great Oceanus, and dark Night, and the holy race of all the other deathless ones that are for ever. And one day they taught Hesiod glorious song while he was shepherding his lambs under holy Helicon, and this word first the goddesses said to me — the Muses of Olympus, daughters of Zeus who holds the aegis:
Μουσάων Ἑλικωνιάδων ἀρχώμεθ᾽ ἀείδειν,αἵ θ᾽ Ἑλικῶνος ἔχουσιν ὄρος μέγα τε ζάθεόν τε καί τε περὶ
κρήνην ἰοειδέα πόσσ᾽ ἁπαλοῖσιν ὀρχεῦνται καὶ βωμὸν ἐρισθενέος Κρονίωνος·καί τε λοεσσάμεναι τέρενα
χρόα Περμησσοῖο ἢ Ἵππου κρήνης ἢ Ὀλμειοῦ ζαθέοιο ἀκροτάτῳ Ἑλικῶνι χοροὺς ἐνεποιήσαντο καλούς,
ἱμερόεντας· ἐπερρώσαντο δὲ ποσσίν.Ἔνθεν ἀπορνύμεναι, κεκαλυμμέναι ἠέρι πολλῇ,ἐννύχιαι στεῖχον
περικαλλέα ὄσσαν ἱεῖσαι,ὑμνεῦσαι Δία τ᾽ αἰγίοχον καὶ πότνιαν Ἥρην Ἀργεΐην, χρυσέοισι πεδίλοις
ἐμβεβαυῖαν,κούρην τ᾽ αἰγιόχοιο Διὸς γλαυκῶπιν Ἀθήνην Φοῖβόν τ᾽ Ἀπόλλωνα καὶ Ἄρτεμιν ἰοχέαιραν ἠδὲ
Ποσειδάωνα γαιήοχον, ἐννοσίγαιον, καὶ Θέμιν αἰδοίην ἑλικοβλέφαρόν τ᾽ Ἀφροδίτην Ἥβην τε
ρυσοστέφανον καλήν τε Διώνην Λητώ τ᾽ Ἰαπετόν τε ἰδὲ Κρόνον ἀγκυλομήτην Λητώ τ᾽ Ἰαπετόν τε ἰδὲ
Κρόνον ἀγκυλομήτην Ἠῶ τ᾽ Ἠέλιόν τε μέγαν λαμπράν τε Σελήνην Γαῖάν τ᾽ Ὠκεανόν τε μέγαν καὶ Νύκτα
μέλαιναν ἄλλων τ᾽ ἀθανάτων ἱερὸν γένος αἰὲν ἐόντων. Αἵ νύ ποθ᾽ Ἡσίοδον καλὴν ἐδίδαξαν ἀοιδήν, ἄρνας
ποιμαίνονθ᾽ Ἑλικῶνος ὕπο ζαθέοιο. Τόνδε δέ με ρώτιστα θεαὶ πρὸς μῦθον ἔειπον, Μοῦσαι Ὀλυμπιάδες,
κοῦραι Διὸς αἰγιόχοιο.
“Shepherds of the wilderness, wretched things of shame, mere bellies, we know how to speak many false
things as though they were true; but we know, when we will, to utter true things.”
«Ποιμένες ἄγραυλοι, κάκ᾽ ἐλέγχεα, γαστέρες οἶον, ἴδμεν ψεύδεα πολλὰ λέγειν ἐτύμοισιν ὁμοῖα, ἴδμεν δ᾽,
εὖτ᾽ ἐθέλωμεν, ἀληθέα γηρύσασθαι.»Ὥς ἔφασαν κοῦραι μεγάλου Διὸς ἀρτιέπειαι· Ὥς ἔφασαν κοῦραι
μεγάλου Διὸς ἀρτιέπειαι· καί μοι σκῆπτρον ἔδον δάφνης ἐριθηλέος ὄζον
Rumi wrote God is everywhere so there is no need to travel the sands of Arabia. If you are willing to see God cleanse the mirror of your soul and you shall see. Ay Qawme Ba Haj Rafta” from Music Center by Ahmad Zahir. Ay quaowm-e ba Hajj rafta kujaa-aid kujaa-aid m’eshewq heman jaset beyayeyd beyayeyd, m’eshewq tew hemsaah deywar bh deywar ,der badeyh ser gusheth shema der cheh hewayeyd. Gar qasd-e shumaa deedan-e aan khaana-e jaan ast Awwal rukh-e aaeena ba sayqal bezidaa-aid, Ma’shooq hameenjaast beeyaa-aid beeyaa-aid. Pilgrims, the beloved is near. Thy beloved is the neighbor. Lost in the desert you seek and fall. If it is the house of the Beloved you search you will find it in the face of the meek. Meeting at the Hajj of my Beloved.
Aaaa..Suntha haai guru gyani, gyani, suntha haai…gagan me awaj ho rahi, gini gini, gini, pahile aaye, aaye nadh bindu se piche jammaya pani pani hoji sab ghat puran pur praja haai alag purushe nirbani hoji suntha haai guru gyani, gagan me awaj ho rahi gini gini, waha se aaya pattha likhaya thrishna thohune bujhayi bujhayi, amrit chod sor vishaya go dhave, ulate passe pachtani hoji, suntha haai guru gyani, gagan mandal maai gobi ani bhoi pe dahi jammaya makhan makhan santho ne khaya, chard jagat bapra ni hoji, suntha haai guru gyani..suntha haai …gagan mai awaj ho rahi gini, suntha haai guru gyani, gyani, gyani, suntha haai.. gagan me awaj ho rahi, gini gini gini, suntha haai….pahile aaye aaye nadh bindu se piche jammaya pani pani hoji..pahile.. sab ghat puran pur praja haai alag purusha nirbani hoji, suntha haai guru gyani…gagan me awaj ho rahi gini gini, gini, suntha haai..waha se aaya patta likhaya trishna thoune bujahaye, bujahye, amrit chod sor vishaya go dhave ulate passe pachtani hoji, hoji… suntha haai guru gyani, gagan me gobi aani bhoi paye dahi jammaya, jammaya makhan makhan santho ne khaya chad jagat bapra hoji suntha haai guru gyani. Suntha haai guru gyani…gagan me awaj ho rahi gini gini gini… bin dharti eke mandal teese bin sarbar jur pani re hoji gagan mandal me ho ujiyala, bole guru mukh pani hoji, mukh pani hoji, suntha haai guru gyani, gyani, suntha…ohum sohum baja baje tripuki dhaum suhani re edra pingala sukh man nari sunatha ja peharani hoji, ja peherani hoji, suntha haai…gagan me awaj ho rahi gini gini gini, gini,gini suntha haai guru gyani… kahe kabira suno bhai sadho, kahe kabira suno jayi agam ki pani re din bhar rejho nazar bhar dekhe agar amar uni nishani hoji, guru gyani, guru gyani, guru gyani, gagan me awaj ho rahi gini gini, gini. The Master of the Universe listens. Look the heavens appreciate HIS mighty Hand thundering Holy One, Holy One, Holy One. Those who came with nothing got water in plenty. All the river beds are full separating man from his surroundings. God came and gave his gift explaining suffering to mankind. To everyone HE gives nectar grateful that we all are for it. From the heavenly temple HE came and gathered sweetness in order to give to his devotees for ridding the world of evil and sin. Those who disobey are sent down the wrong path until they have repented. The Lord of All listens to his servants. The Heavens thundered, Holy One, Holy One, O Holy One. The One who sits on the lap of Heavens, gathered nectar for giving it to His devotees. The Heavens obeyed to remove evil. Without discipleship no one can build a temple. How can anyone accomplish this without HIM. The temple in the Heavens is always illuminated, this is what a Master, Swami, teaches his students as truth, water. I am Thee resounds tripuki filling the earth with wonder. The Goddess of Wealth Laxmi thereby attains everlasting happiness and beauty. Thus spoke Kabir the poet, look at the Eternal who is usually unapproachable. Day and night seek for signs of immortality. The Lord listens to all his pupils. The Heavens adored, Glory, Glory Glory to You, O Holy One of All.
Sibelius was a Finnish composer of the late Romantic period. His music played an important role in the formation of the Finnish national identity.