O! Krishna!
Your flute unites all the beings
Into one divine worship of music;
But the bamboos divide,
The bamboo becomes the palanquin
The bamboo becomes the stretcher pall-bearing
The bamboo becomes the pillars of wanton pandals
The bamboo by friction burns into ashes
But your flute unites all the beings in eternal living;
How you chose and when
The tender bamboo shoot
and made it a seven tongued fire of music
calling the souls to you
and cajoling their egos to submission!
Bamboos divide and burn in waste;
But a tender bamboo shoot
picked by a cowherd lad
unites all into one eternal religion
of meditative celebration!
It has been all in this waste of woods
that some bamboos divide and burn
and perhaps a tender shoot
becoming a flute in thine hands
unite all the souls
into one religion of love.
Srirangam Mohanarangan
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