AW: THE SONG OF THE POPPADUM

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Super perfect recipe dear Alan

 

am sure its absolutely delicious, thanks.

 

Wish success to everyone making poppadum,

 

in Bhagavan

 

sandoshan--- Alan Jacobs <alanadamsjacobs schrieb am Di, 7.4.2009:

Von: Alan Jacobs <alanadamsjacobsBetreff: THE SONG OF THE POPPADUMAn: Datum: Dienstag, 7. April 2009, 18:32

 

 

The brilliant translation by Major Chadwick , an amateur poet, of Bhagavan's famous PoemThe Song of the PoppadumNo need about the world to roamAnd suffer from depression;Make poppadum within the homeAccording to the lessonOf 'Thou art That', without compare,The Unique Word, unspoken'Tis not by speech it will declare.The silence is unbrokenOf Him who is the Adept-Sage,The great Apotheosis,With His eternal heritageThat Being-Wisdom- Bliss is.Make poppadum and after making fry,Eat, so your cravings you may satisfy.The grain which is the black gram's yield,The so-called self or ego,Grown in the body's fertile fieldOf five-fold sheaths, put intoThe roller-mill made out of stone,Which is the search for Wisdom,The 'Who am I?'. 'Tis thus aloneThe Self will gain its freedom.This must be crushed to finest dustAnd ground up into

fragmentsAs being the non-self, so mustWe shatter our attachments.Make poppadum and after making fry,Eat, so your cravings you may satisfy.Mix the juice of square-stemmed vine,This associationWith Holy Men. With this combineWithin the preparationSome cummin-seed of mind-controlAnd pepper for restrainingThe wayward senses, with them rollThat salt which is remainingIndifferent to the world we see,With condiment of leaningsTowards a virtuous unity.These are their different meanings.Make poppadum and after making fry,Eat, so your cravings you may satisfy.The mixture into dough now blendAnd on the stone then place itOf mind, by tendencies hardened,And without ceasing baste itWith heavy strokes of the 'I-I'Delivered with the pestleOf introverted mind. SlowlyThe mind will cease to wrestle.Then roll out with the pin of peaceUpon the

slab of Brahman.Continue effort without ceaseWith energetic élan.Make poppadum and after making fry,Eat, so your cravings you may satisfy.The poppadum or soul's now fitTo put into the fry-pan,The one infinite symbol itOf the great Silence, which canBe first prepared by putting inSome clarified fresh butterOf the Supreme. And now beginTo heat it till it sputter,On Wisdom's self-effulgent flameFry poppadum, 'I', as That.Enjoying all alone the same;Which bliss we ever aim at.Make poppadum of self and after eat;Of Perfect Peace then you will be replete.