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[Jan. 20th, 2013|12:57 pm] |
He promised he'd return tomorrow. And I wrote everywhere on my floor: "Tomorrow."
The morning broke, when they all asked: Now tell us, when will your "Tomorrow" come? Tomorrow, Tomorrow, where are you? I cried and cried, but my Tomorrow never returned!
Vidyapati says: O listen, dear! Your Tomorrow became a today with other women. |
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[Jan. 20th, 2013|04:26 pm] |
Ja mees zinaatu, kas muus sagaida par katru bhakti mazaako darbiibu, mees kljuutu ljoti fokuseeti. |
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[Jan. 20th, 2013|04:33 pm] |
Visi meklee laimi. Dveeseles iemiesojas uz Zemes, Paradiizes vai Elles planeetaas un nepaartraukti maina savu poziiciju, censhoties atrast augstaako laimi. Gariigaas attiistiibas jeega, buutiiba un galameerkjis ir atrast to pasauli, kas ir tik perfekta un sveetlaimiiga, ka vairs nav iemesla naakt atpakalj uz Zemi. Zeme ir skola, kuraa kopsh aizlaikiem paarpasauliigaas laimes mekleetaaji ir atteikushies no laiciigaas laimes, lai atrastu augstaakas kategorijas laimi. Vinji sasniedz savu Paradiizi, bet peec kaada laika atkal iemiesojas uz Zemes, jo vinju dveeseles zin: tas joprojaam nav augstaakaa laime, kas paredzeeta dveeselei. Un tad vinjas meklee atkal. |
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