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The I-Me-Mine Of Life

The I-Me-Mine Of Life
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When did I get time in the I-me-mine of life
 to sit somewhere a while to think about
 the good and bad in what I did, said, believed

The day my consciousness awoke
I found myself standing in the fair of the world
where every one is lost in delusion
where  every one is caught up in their own give and take

For a while, I was astounded, confounded, dumbfounded --
Where am I? What do I do here? Which way do I go?
But then the force of a torrent, as if, swept me away
And I, too, found myself floating with the tide

As if the tumult outside was less
That inside too emotions worked up a storm
What I did, was what needed to be done out of compulsion
What I said was what burst out of the mind

When did I get time in the I-me-mine of life
 to sit somewhere a while to think about
 the good and bad in what I did, said, believed

As much as the fair was glittering, gaudy and gay,
the mind had equal measures of weakness
The more I wished to gather
the more limited I found the reach of my hands

The more I longed to stay still,
equally stronger was the force of the tide
Buying and selling can be done with a cold heart
But this was snatch and grab in a stampede
 
Now I am asked -- what can I say?
What pride did I come scattering on the path
What such priceless gem did I find
On which I bestowed my life, my mind?

It was a matter of fate, don't credit or blame me
What I thought gold, turned out to be dust
What I thought was a tear, turned out to be a pearl

When did I get time in the I-me-mine of life
 to sit somewhere a while to think about
 the good and bad in what I did, said, believed

Much as I might forget, meander or delude myself,
there is a destination somewhere that beckons me
No matter how my feet stumble on ground high and low
I find it coming near me each and every moment

I am blessed by destiny in many ways
but I am more indebted than anything for
the incessant grinding away of the mills of time
whether the skies rain hail or the earth spews out embers

Where I stood yesterday is not the place where I stand now
Tomorrow it would be difficult to find me at the same place
Measure it if you will, but it alters with a mere touch of
the boundaries of nations and time

The world can give on me a verdict such as it likes
But in the unbroken journey,
I pass through yet another facet of life

When did I get time in the I-me-mine of life
 to sit somewhere a while to think about
 the good and bad in what I did, said, believed


[Pathetic, literal, hurried translation by Sundeep Dougal.]

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