Muses
Muses by the Lake
Greeks called them the Muses,
The Hindus named them as thecompanions of goddess Vak,
From their breasts stream the words of the lights from nature's spiritual heart,
They are the maidens who create poem, music and art.
In the language in which this poem flows in the heart,
They are the nymphs who dance with the sun, the moon and the stars.
They are the swan-maidens who swim and cackle in the lake of light as Helicon's spiritual birds.
In the blue calm where the clouds touch the height with soft silvery palms,
Where the laving leaves lift the beauty of the living world to the mountain,
Where in the Pierian stream sing the Pierides their prayers,
The flowering laurels,
The blue white lilies,
The acanthus leaves with their chimerical stares,
Hold the beauty of the shinning sun in the abundance of the tears ,
In the heart's poetic spring they are the Muses who swim as Swans,
Whom Zeus set in the sky full of stars,
With whom Apollo's power of music , art and intellectual beauty are one.
Here like Urania as they wave their robes azure blue,
The colours in the morning dews float in shifting hues,
As their starry wreaths crown the dawn with diamond like glowing dews,
In blood streams flow the vision of the inner beauty of the world carrying the purple light's ethereal news,
In the greenery where the silence in the epiphany in a deep depth muse ,
And in the morning beauty's eyelash the dream and reality fuse,
The poets, artists and musicians seek in the souls of these maidens their eternal refuge.
Singing from stars to stars,
From hillsides they appear as light to make the human mind alert,
When the morning light streaks through the darkness of heart,
They stand and laugh like rays from purple jewels in radiant flush,
When West-wind kisses their hearts to arouse love,
They unfasten their girdles and as the silvery willows' and poplars' drooping, plunging shades sheltering the delights of the sun-born lust,
Hanging the garments in the shadows they run to the lake of life to swim with the wind rippling through the greenwood verdant and lush.
The laugh and cackle you hear are their laughs.
As the night has passed they have gathered in the forest to kindle and spark the words, images and rhythms in the soul,
Who moves through the forest in search of beauty of a divine art.
The soul clothed in the twinkling , glittering light that you see moving by your side is Eros , the god of love,
With whom they wish to swim in the lake of light where greater beauties of the mind take their births.
More the mortals open their minds more they kindle them with their beauteous sparks,
More the mortals stare at their beauties more they blind them with the colours streaming from the radiant hearts,
More the mortals listen to their laughs,
More they deafen the ears with a silence that fills the cosmos from the time of its primordial birth.
THE GODDESS BATHING