Розмова з Махатмою [Rozmova z Mahatmou] [English translation]

At end of hard walk by dusty road

I have met old Mahatma

Came closer, and

I started to tell

"good day old mahatma

let your strong spirit live in good shape

near the universe's lagoons"

He told me

He said to me something I barely understood

Maybe he was sleeping, or talking with the stars?

Or speaking language of birds or animals with me?

I told him:

"Tell me the Teacher,

Is the two Beauties of Universe,

Sun and Moon

meet sometimes?"

He to me:

Gifted the smile and the stream of goodness, that

birds around started to sing,

and it was like a magical chorus

of emerald crickets and flight of the golden bees

inside my soul

I told him:

Guru!

You the source of good, tell me

Who is the first to enter the Cloud Gate,

The famous ruler, or righteous family man,

or sincere host?

It was a question I've asked him.

He did with me

He did with me, did, killed me with the depth of the answer

So I didn't breath, didn't feel my legs,

Did not feel the stream of Ganges, unable to look into the eyes of the Guru

And I can't stand up and talk anymore,

Turned back and walked down the dusty road

Wise Mahatma

May you words will be eternal,

words that revive the soul.