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Subject: Стихи Гауранги д.д.

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Text COM:2223414 (118 lines)

From: Ekalavya (das) LOK (New Delhi - IN)

Date: 10-Apr-99 21:39 +0630

To: Travels with Lokanath Swami [123]

Comment: Text COM:2223446 by Internet: roger kornhauser

Subject: Poems by Gaurangi d.d.

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Dear Maharajas and prabhus,

Please accept my humble obeisances. All glories to Srila Prabhupada.

Ниже два стихотворения, которые наша сестра в Боге матаджи Гауранги прислала

нам для этой конференции. Я надеюсь, они вам понравятся.

Always hoping to remain,

your servant,

Ekalavya dasa

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HOLY NAME

Holy name, rock my soul!

Holy name, take me home!

Holy name, take away the pain of endless kalpas

Holy name, without you life would be real tapasya.

Holy name, rock my soul!

Holy name, take me home!

Holy name, your presence dissipates illusion

Holy name, you reveal our true constitution.

Holy name, rock my soul!

Holy name, take me home!

Holy name, you`re dragging us to your lotus feet

Holy name, to relish you is the greatest treat.

Holy name, rock my soul!

Holy name, take me home!

Holy name, you are playfully dancing on my tongue,

Holy name, in the universe it`s the sweetest song.

Holy name, rock my soul!

Holy name, take me home!

Holy name, the only price we have to pay,

Holy name, it`s our heartfelt sincerity.

Holy name, rock my soul!

Holy name, take me home!

Holy name, Radha and Krishna for eternity

Holy name, perceiving this truth requires purity.

Holy name, rock my soul!

Holy name, take me home!

Holy name, rock my soul so nothing hurts any more

Holy name, take me home to the ever blissful shore.

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WOUNDED HEARTS

Wounds hard to heal. still festering,

Too many wounds for a being

With only one heart .

The urge to love is in the soul

Searching for it takes such a toll

On the poor heart.

Billions of years lost in matter

Attached to our very fetter

With a bleeding heart.

We tried so many combinations

Never got lasting satisfaction,

Weary grew our heart.

Innumerable lovers we had,

Husbands, wives, friends and lads,

We gave them all our heart.

Looks like it was the real thing,

But it delivered a fatal sting

To the wounded heart.

Tempted to loose ourselves in the void,

About all relationships paranoid,

Negating the very heart.

Temporary truce brought some relief,

Until the day the cosmic thief

Awoke our heart.

He steals butter and other`s wives,

He steals with a mere slant of His eyes,

Especially the gopis` hearts.

To His every whim they surrender,

Like leaves in the wind they flutter,

Conquered by His loving heart.

He brings them to the heights of joys,

Born of their devotion unalloyed,

Pure id their heart.

Bestowing His enchanting association,

Leavin them in pangs of separation,

Wounding their heart.

Bittersweet is the taste of love,

Piercing like shaft, gentle as dove,

True life for the heart.

> I

> also encourage all disciples to get tuned to the conference "Apocalypse

> 1999? Are you ready?" We live in very special and