Poem: Monsoon

Schenken und beschenkt werden gleichen sich so, stimmt´s, dear Suresh... saying Prem with a Poem Sandra

Awesome! i see what you are talking about :) - Now I see :)

Ah! I enjoy the poem and I ENJOYED the monsoon at IYC and it was a wonderful experience amidst the drizzle and whistle.

Simple and profound at once ,, reverberating as you hear the rain fall !!

Beautiful and a timely message

"No one to mourn
those who die of flood
as we have been saved
from the ravage of famine."

I have learnt from Sadhguru to see the bigger picture.

My gratitude Sadhguru!

awesome... no words...

touched by the poem, here from Central Germany impacted by European monsoon a transition of word and vibe into German: Monsoon-Regen_ Ah, was für ein Segen_Rissige Erde empfängt_ verlorener Liebender gleich_ Es regt sich nie _ zu früh_ Alle Geschöpfe in stiller_ Feier. Wird es _ zu schwer und fordert Tribut,_ verneigen sich alle voll Respekt, bar jeden_Widerstands. Keiner der trauert um die, die sterben durch die Flut_ da wir doch gerettet sind_ vor dem Verderben verheerender Hungersnot_ Die gesegneten Tropfen kommen hernieder _ nahezu zu schwängern unserer Mutter bereits besäte Leibeshöhle_ Weder Hormone noch Steroide_ gaben diesen Wachstumsschub_ Ah, Monsoon, strömst nie zu früh_ Love and grace in AUMSpace Sandra Isha volunteer translator

When the falling drop becomes a flood
And when earth yields to the violent flow
Things happen that we all so dread
Man and his ego is laid so low
His roads erased, bridges laid to waste
All in one monsoons thunderous show
And when the rains do gradually abate
In the rainbows we see new promise and hope

Pranams to Sadhguru

I have always been fascinated by the monsoon and this just captures the fascination so beautifully...

Scorching sun or torrential rain, only Sadhguru can bring out the beauty of it. From the falling drop to the flooded drains only His third eye can decipher the mystery and beauty of it.

Back home from thunderstorm and gentle rain, on bike, trains delayed. Whole time this "monsoon, never too soon" on my mind. wrapped in every line of the poem, this one is a translation challenge- it´s so rich and compact and spacious and playful... here my polished and slept over version. Happy solstice day, hey and happy birthday, Dhyanalinga ! May this be my water offering....
Thank you Sadhguru Thank you, Isha Thank you Nature ...
Transitioned into German by Sandra, Isha volunteer, 19-21 June 2013:

Monsun-Regen

Ah, was für ein Segen

Rissige Erde empfängt

verlorener
Liebenden gleich.

Es ist nie zu früh.

Alle Geschöpfe in
stiller

Feier. Wird es

zu schwer und fordert
Tribut,

verneigen sich alle
voll Respekt, bar jeden

Widerstands. Keiner zu
trauern

um die, die sterben durch die Flut,

da wir doch gerettet
sind

vor verheerender Hungersnot.

Die gesegneten Tropfen kommen herab

nahezu zu schwängern

unserer Mutter bereits besäte Leibeshöhle.

Weder Hormone noch
Steroide

gaben diesen
Wachstumsschub.

Ah, Regenzeit,
dein Beizeiten ist immer zur rechten Zeit.

Sadhguru, 19.Juni 2013
Übertragen ins Deutsche Sandra, Isha Freiwillige, 19.-21.Juni 2013

While playing with sounds and words and the idea of the monsoon poem, Russian words came to me to a medley-feeling of Vladimir Vyssotsky´s /famous Soviet bard/ style... So, this is not a translation attempt, this is an approximation-exploration, a coming closer, an intercultural dialogue... to that global idea of "monsoon- never too soon":

Время ливня-дождя
Подожди, дождик, сказали?
Ещё не ждали?
Готовы едва ли?
А вот дожди же не зря,
всё же вовремя всегда...

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AUMbrace Sandra

namaskaram schenken ist so schön wie beschenkt werden dera Suresh saying prem with a poem... Sandra