What for that song?
What for that song? that stream’s murmur?
Yet silence has jubilant strings;
Gathered from unheard melodies
Deep calm enthusing raptures brings.
What for image of the unseen?
Yet vision has a sight to see;
Eye behind the eye hails, applauds,
Formless too in shapes of beauty.
What for fragrance of the flowers?
Blooms lover’s sephālikā yet;
White jasmine is heaven’s native
Brought to earth to win the high bet.
What for that tang, cherished flavour?
Joy of life is yet its growing;
Taste adding to taste, each time new,
Splendour in splendour glowing.
What for the touch of the keenest?
Yet contagious is opulence;
Wings are to embrace the vast sky,
Magnificence magnificence.
What for this busy calculus?
On green board equations yet crowd;
But a swift flash of intuition
Makes mathematics tall and proud.
What for this body in death’s hands?
But that was built quite long ago;
There shall be another Sānkhya
And Matter Spirit’s wonders know.
23 June 2026
Sephālikā Pārijāta पारिजात Nyctanthes arbor-tristis
The Mother’s Significance: Aspiration: Innumerable, obstinate, repeating itself tirelessly.
Small fragrant salverform flower with a prominent orange corolla tube and a flat abruptly expanding white limb divided into five to eight irregular lobes – borne in few-flowered terminal cymes. A medium-sized shrub or small tree with flowers that open at night and fall by early morning carpeting the ground.

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