Part 2

Choric Song

Stanza 1

Here is sweet music softer than the music of the falling petals of the roses on the grass, or the music falls slower than the falling dew during the night on still waters between shadowy walls of granite. When you are sleepy and your eyelids are tired and you feel sleepy, how welcoming is it for one to close his eyes and go to sleep? So this music is so soothing and attractive that one would not like to open his eyes and not sleep.

Then they say that if one is feeling sleepy, there are many attractive places to lie down and get sleep, there is cool moss on which they can simply lie, and it is softer than the beds in which they had been sleeping; in the stream, the long leaves of flowers weep; the flowers on the streamside or moist with the water of the stream and from the rough edge the poppy flowers hands there in sleepy mood.

Stanza 2

Then they say, Why should we lead such a distressed life? Everything else in nature has some kind of rest from weariness, so why should we take so much trouble upon our shoulders? Everything has rest; why should we toil alone? We are the greatest of God; we are the crown of God’s creation (man prides himself on being the crown of creation).

Our lives are like perpetual mourn we are being thrown from one sorrow to another. Is there no kind of referee for this? Is there no end to our suffering? They compare themselves with flying birds. If we are flying for a long time, when will the time come for us to fold our wings and sit somewhere to rest? They say, Why don’t we just lie down somewhere and allow sleep to apply its curing and healing balm to us? The inner spirits always tell us that the ultimate joy is calmness, so if we are the roofs and crowns of all the creatures then why should we all toil? While the lesser creatures are living a peaceful life.

Stanza 3

They say that just, for example, look around you at a leaf, a tender leaf at first it is folded and then it is slowly wooed from the bud, who owes it out the gentle wind wake up this leaf and ask him to grow up, the leaf slowly grows up it becomes green initially when they tender at that time leaves are not exactly green but they are a kind of yellowish green then they grow broad and they grow green and they have no care in the world, they do not have to worry about wars, falling in love or marrying somebody, and in the afternoon they take in all the sun and in the night the moon feeds them with the dew, after some time the leaf turns yellow and then it falls very silently and has no complaints because it has lived its life.

Then he says that the apple takes in all the summer light and becomes a fully juiced, ripe fruit, and when it is overripe or overmellow, it just drops on one autumn night. The flowers too stand in the sand in the same place, so when they ripen it get to their fullest beautiful bright color, and then they slowly fade and slowly fall, no hard work involved, and still it is fast rooted, still insisting on its fast-rootedness, so why should we alone travel around?

Why can’t we just put down our roots and stay in one place?