Listen carefully: those are bells ringing.
To whom are they calling?
From where come the peals?
Here in the wild countryside
the pale-yellow cowslips
dance a lonely jig
to the tune of the wayward breeze,
dispersing their melliferous fragrance,
gracing us with their herbal remedies.
And still the bells peal!
Do they toll for me?
Reminding me of my needs?
Shall I gather the cowslips?
What shall I do with weeds?
There see them grow in the vale
or along the riverbanks
where waters rush headlong,
zigzagging through the silvery alleys,
making their way to the far off sea.
And the bells still peal!
The cowslips sway in the breeze.
I stand still devoid of fantasy,
empty of coherent dreams.
What will I gain from cowslips?
except distil it in my cellar
and enjoy its narcotic sips?
Still do the bells toll?
Why? What for?
My heart knows, of course.
I find a shade, I kneel, I pray.
Let the bells toll.
I've heard as cowslips bend their heads.
Her eyes have oceans to say,
Her smile is a nourishment for the beholder,
Her talks are the sermons from the scriptures ,
Her gait is simple and gentle,
Her presence is like a mother full of motherly affection,
Her thoughts are like newly bloomed rose fresh and beautiful.
Her love for traditions is ineffable, for she is a lover of simplicity,
Her nature is like the nature always forgiving and invigorating,
She is a master psychologist ,having a deep insight into human psychology.
Love of GOD and nature is innate in her,
Her face defines solace and bliss ,
For she is my affable and amiable teacher,
My Guru.
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