Ganga

I'm sitting on the marble stairs
I'm keeping feet in water stream,
Behind the river, lights on road...
I hear the prayer of the group.

The song is plain in many senses,
As statue in the middle of streams.
This demigod with decoration
Is simple for European eyes.

They built it, painted and presented
To river, mother of the life.
It's there on island in the middle,
Washed by the water all around.

The monks in brightly yellow dresses
Sing prayers, moving on the seats.
In prayer lampions, lights are dancing,
Around the dedicated fire.

Their "Hare Krishna" is amazing,
No false, no snobbish ignorance.
They seem na\"ive and pure as children,
I see the meaning of the song.

My soul is peaceful; river murmurs
I feel as at the end of way.
I spent so many years searching
To finally arrive at truth.

Through many, very many trials,
Through sorrows, traumas and mistakes,
I pray'd, I built my modest verses.
To get the knowledge and some peace.

In front of awesome Himalayas,
I listen praying sound of fire.
I am stuck, I'm frozen here in silence:
No wishes, no personified me.

Here is the aim of my appearance,
I'm writing this just to confirm
All has fulfilled, all has been happen'd -
No other purpose, no regrets.

Yet, not the end; there will be battles,
Falls, hardships, losses, painful faults
They are just vanity, I know,
The sense of life is not in them.

I do believe I will remember,
I will preserve the flame of truth
The beam of Sun. It has been given
By God. To save one in the ruth.