Within us flows a spring of pure beauty
which we see reflected all around
in the ceaseless show of light and sound
but we have no time to dive within and see
Those who know the art to stay attuned
whatsoever they see or touch
wears a new colour and vesture
every object reveals its own splendor
The fount of happiness too resides within
the source supreme of it is primal love
which binds and gives shape to all creation
withdrawal from the mad race is the way to it.
(Yayati)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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