The Winds of Wonder

An unceasing stream

सतत वाहणारा झरा

पहिल्या दिवसापासून वाहतो झरा,

सतत, कधीपण न आटणारा हर्ष;

हौशी थवेच्या थवे मोठ्या अस्मानात

मुक्त विहंगन कल्पनेच्या दाही दिशा;

धावे आनंद अरुंद गल्लीबोळात,

वेगाने, राजमार्गावरही, रात्रंदिनी;

भरभराटी पेठ्यांचा, राईंचा, गोडवा,

भल्या बरणीभर आविष्काराचा मध;

स्वप्न नसे हे, प्रगल्भतेचेच जीवन,

प्रखरत्व त्याचे तापल्या सोन्याचे;

येती रहस्याचे भोक्ते इथूनतिथून

निर्मात्याच्या घरून ह्या सृष्टिस्थळी.

२ ऑगस्ट २०२५

A free rendering into English

Gushes this swift spring from the very first day,

Constant magical surge, the never-ending joy;

Enthusiastic flocks wing and wing in the big sky,

In all the ten directions of seeing imagination;

Gladness runs in the narrow lanes and the alleys,

Fast, even on the speedy highways, day and night;

In rows of shops, green forests, Oh the Sweetness,

Topaz jars replete with the honey of manifestation;

It is not a dream, but life of utter profoundness,

Its intensity that of great blazing spirit’s gold;

Mystery’s enjoyers, and they come from everywhere,

From original Home to this wondrous place of creation.