O, Thee, The Crowned Flutist

1. Puzzled ! I wonder, royal Flutist, Thou brusheth off the strains of Trials and tribulations of life, O, Thee, the crowned Flutist ! 2. Shuttling between birth, rebirth, A dreadful, dark shadow of drabness: How blinding dark is moonless fortnight ! Else, on the ethereal path, What'll I reveal, what conceal ? O, Thee, the crowned Flutist ! 3. Crooked and dingy is the load of sin, And loose, the sling, On my back are twigs and the lamb, and Eleven paths leading to the ghat ! (destiny) Obstructive, destructive, are the senses And, the mind wavering and weak ! What'll I reveal, what conceal? O, Thee, the crowned Flutist !. 4. The sword of Death hangs On my neck ! And, too frightened, I am Or else, at the opportune moment, I sit posing calm ! Opened I, the decree of Death And, presently He changes The decree ! What'll I reveal, what conceal; O, Thee, the crowned Flutist? 5. Devalued got the pearls in My state of distress: The youth in bloom's robust but The merchandise raw ! With the fading glow of youth Ostriched gets old age ! What would I reveal, what conceal ? O, Thee, the crowned Flutist! 6. Missing 7. What I sowed, grain by grain, Will I reap ear by ear. How devotedly would I plant (or 'How I missed my aim, fumble to say !) I fumble to say. Grind you in the grinding Mill, They'll Don't you cut your lips In repentance! What'll I reveal, what conceal? O, thee, the crowned Flutist! 8. Duds destroyed this My tree of business: Laying a tie to foresee My immediate future: For sure, the tie, again and again Turned against me What shall I reveal, what conceal? O, Thee, the crowned Flutist ! 9. How deep in sweet slumber is This household: still You can see, how indifferent to wrath, I have ever been....else, Why should it have been, just The opposite of what it was yesterday ? What shall I reveal, what conceal ? O, thee, the crowned Flutist ! 10. Neither at home, nor with elders Was I aggressive, ever; Much less did I know, How to complicate matters Struck by lightning and thunder was I By self-destructive wrath ! What shall I reveal ? what conceal ? O, Thee, the crowned Flutist ! 11. Ferry me across the bivouac of life, anyhow Or else, I may drown ! Asking for different things at different times Disgusted and dull, I've become: Praying to Thee for all things together, Thou too fulfill my desires in full together ! What would I reveal, what conceal ? O, Thee, the crowned Flutist ! 12. Parmanand, listen to and Contemplate on Flute tunes always Be ready with all that you possess. The Flutist and the ash-bismirched Still continue to be your concern. What shall I reveal ? what conceal ? O, Thee, the crowned Flutist !