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Lyrics of Asthyuttarasyam Dishi Devathatma - अस्थयुत्तारास्यम दिशी देवतात्मा
manam muninanm api mananiyam
atmanurupam vidhino payeme
manam muninanm api mananiyam
atmanurupam vidhino payeme
manam muninanm api mananiyam
atmanurupam vidhino payeme
manam muninanm api mananiyam
atmanurupam vidhino payeme
manam muninanm api mananiyam
atmanurupam vidhino payeme
manam muninanm api mananiyam
atmanurupam vidhino payeme
manam muninanm api mananiyam
atmanurupam vidhino payeme
manam muninanm api mananiyam
atmanurupam vidhino payeme
manam muninanm api mananiyam
atmanurupam vidhino payeme
manam muninanm api mananiyam
atmanurupam vidhino payeme
manam muninanm api mananiyam
atmanurupam vidhino payeme
manam muninanm api mananiyam
atmanurupam vidhino payeme
manam muninanm api mananiyam
atmanurupam vidhino payeme
manam muninanm api mananiyam
atmanurupam vidhino payeme
manam muninanm api mananiyam
atmanurupam vidhino payeme
manam muninanm api mananiyam
atmanurupam vidhino payeme
manam muninanm api mananiyam
atmanurupam vidhino payeme
manam muninanm api mananiyam
atmanurupam vidhino payeme
Poetic Translation - Lyrics of Asthyuttarasyam Dishi Devathatma
Upon the world's expanse, a god's own face,
Himalaya, King of Mountains, stands in grace,
His form, a boundary to the ocean's sway,
As if the earth's unfading soul held stay.
All mountains gather, as children to embrace,
Meru, the calf, the earth, its milk to chase,
Shining gems, healing herbs in hidden store,
They draw from earth's vast breast, and ask for more.
Shining gems, healing herbs in hidden store,
They draw from earth's vast breast, and ask for more.
Whose dark embrace, a girdle of the cloud,
Invites the shades, where silent shadows shroud,
Where rain-filled sighs, the sacred fires now stream,
And sages find their peace, a waking dream.
Where rain-filled sighs, the sacred fires now stream,
And the ancient echo of creation's core,
Is woven in the wind and forevermore.
The ocean's roar, a wish to be reborn,
As sun-kissed clouds like offerings are borne,
As sun-kissed clouds like offerings are borne,
And Meru's friend, the silent heart,
The purest streams, the soul's own art,
For beings, and the holy sages' light,
A mirror to the self, in endless night.
For beings, and the holy sages' light,
This Poetic Translation, in English, has been provided mainly for those users who do not understand Hindi. This is a basic translation and could have minor mistakes. Thanks.
