Sky bestows jade-like dew, of thousand year’s fame;
Spring has arrived,
The rain will fall,
The grass will grow,
Miracles will occur.
You are a beautiful poem of the beautiful Bharata, that ancient kingdom of the moon,
Following the pulse of the universe,
Sailing through an inconceivably great channel.
I sing in praise of the Benevolent One of heaven and earth,
Who, free of fear,
Bestowed freedom from fear,
Ever solicitous of the people’s happiness and wellbeing.
Listening, tending stones, composing poetry, receiving the will of heaven,
World peace one hundred poets,
The brainchild of the sagely Benevolent One.
You in New Delhi, on the afternoon of March 28, 2007,
Shared with me your ideas in the pavilion of the Mughal Gardens at the Rashtrapati Bhavan.
On the Vernal Equinox,
As one hundred flowers opened,
I met with the teacher of men and devas,
Riding a fire-phoenix dancing across the horizon.
That same year, during the golden fall,
As the rosy clouds of the setting sun filled the sky above Chennai,
Poets from all corners of the world were moved by your graceful bearing,
Like the solitary song of the bluebird on a silent moonlit night.
I then thought back to that Spring Equinox six months past,
When you told me with touching geniality,
“Now my garden smiles.”
On the Birth of Summer, 2010
You received me at your home in New Delhi,
Showed me around the BrahMos Aerospace Center,
And your elegant and tasteful study.
That night,
You invited me to fly with you on Indian Airlines,
From New Delhi to Chennai.
The next morning, Anna University,
Your alma mater, held in my honor,
An exceedingly grand reception;
That day a great, timely rain fell on Chennai.
A memory,
Every drop of rain,
Filling that afternoon on the Vernal Equinox of 2007,
Amongst innumerable fragrant flowers blooming in the Mughal Gardens at the Rashtrapati Bhavan.
It was then that you presented me with your poem on peace and the sacred — “Oceans Meet.”
You told me that world peace and prosperity
Are the common aspiration of all the inhabitants of this blue planet;
That only when imbued with this lofty idea,
Will poets be able to hear the glad tidings transmitted through poetry and song.
Today a moderate wind rises up from the Pacific Ocean;
The sound of the tide, meditative, distinctive, and mild;
The boundless sky splashed in blue;
Mountain slopes and summit all dark green;
The Baihua Stream sings in praise of the Benevolent One’s magnanimity, as broad as the horizon.
Borrowing the voice of the wind, the ancient slumbering monolith sings for the Metaphysical Traveler;
Composing a song in the secret language of time and space for the beautiful Bharata.
Every day, vast and overflowing, The spirit of the declining sun surges forth,
The sunset dyes the fishing boats red;
Mist obscuring meditation robe;
The dim light of night,
A crescent moon hanging high in the sky.
Sitting in meditation, I enter samadhi and search for a memory;
Innumerable seeds of compassion in a single thought;
All from the people’s president, Abdul Kalam.
Increasing the power of affinity for the children and youth of beautiful Bharata;
Fortuitously meeting you on the crest of a wave,
You tell me that you foresee for the people of beautiful Bharata
a happy future in 2020.
First you lit the lamp,
Illuminating the way ahead;
Such beautiful expectations you had,
At the helm of this inconceivable nation,
Steering it through that great channel.
You urged the nation to take up the torch, go against the wind,
Towards that season of beauty.
On the island of Rameswaram a white lotus is in full bloom,
Ushering in a golden river which has been sleeping at the bottom of the sea since antiquity,
Home to innumerable lovely species.
Tonight the Traveler on the Horizon drops anchor in a little fishing harbor,
At the top of the stone stairway to heaven the sagely Benevolent One sits in meditation;
The rustic fishing village waits expectantly for a prosperous rebirth.
The Indian almond tree in New Delhi,
Is your place of rest,
Oh Metaphysical Traveler, descended from the stars.
See that deep blue North Star,
Tonight passing the portal to the stars, roaming through the
boundless universe;
Yours is the only star in the night sky,
Flashing so bright and brilliant,
Astride the firmament,
Forever telling the people of beautiful Bharata,
That eternal lovely story ……
The footprints of the Metaphysical Traveler,
Are found all over the blue planet,
Generating profound truths, like an endless scroll,
Opening below the footsteps of the sagely Benevolent One.
Heart magnanimous like the earth, mind of childlike purity,
A universal sage enlightening sentient beings.
You are the spiritual guide of beautiful Bharata;
You are the navigator of the children and youth of beautiful Bharata.
Mountain monastery night of the Summer Solstice, a thousand
rounds of thunder.
Two weeks ago, on July 14, 2015, you accepted my invitation,
For the Birth of Winter that grand event.
Today’s news came so unexpectedly;
The great earth suddenly changed,
Into boundless, pure-white space.
You return today, as though riding a dragon through the firmament,
Back to that boundless and beautiful place amidst the glittering stars.
I seem to hear your clear, bright voice.
Dreaming of another great ocean;
If only the Milky Way were connected to this great ocean,
I surely would from the starry night return.
Oh zither when were your strings so indiscriminately stroked?
Leaf that dew on your chest give it to the soil.
Moonlit night in spring frog croaking;
Birdsong mutter of the falling leaves;
Light hoping for rain painting a rainbow of love;
Moon following flowing water crossing the bridge;
Watching the setting sun perfectly silent.
Photographing your window,
Dreaming of another great ocean,
If only the Milky Way were connected to this great ocean,
I surely would from the starry night return.
My footstep suddenly stirs the dust of the world,
Genuine affection;
How to remain aloof and unattached,
When the upper respiratory tract is allergic to the spring pollen?
Oh sagely Benevolent One,
How to stroll through this lush garden without being wetted by the leaves?
In town and country,
Profound truths heard amidst the din of the crowd.
Oh sagely Benevolent One, with fatherly affection for all, how to
remain peaceful and free of sorrow?
Burst of waves,
Three great oceans, five great continents,
Each displaying the bountiful sights of the four seasons,
Each held in the unrestrained mind of the sagely Benevolent One.
A single blade of grass, a solitary drop of dew,
The selfless heaven and earth on which all depend.
You a nurturing spring breeze,
Making every day a good day for the people of lovely Bharata.
On the Pacific coast an ancient conch announces:
On December 2, 2010,
My friend from afar visits,
In response to my sincere invitation.
The regal collection of writings and paintings of the Metaphysical Traveler;
Brush lays down what looks like a flaming phoenix;
Each page dances below the moonlit bluebird;
Carving out the boundless profound truths of this age,
Singing out the secret incantations which bring eternal peace and
prosperity to the universe.
You are the poet of the blue planet;
You are the protector of the earth and the people;
You are my revered guide.
If the ancient monolith at the monastery does not speak,
Remains perfectly silent,
It’s because you are not paying attention,
Or you hear, but don’t listen.
If the color of the waves remains the same,
Deep and clear,
It’s because I’m not paying attention,
I look, but don’t see.
The East Coast Mountain Range,
Meandering peaks,
As though you are sitting in meditation on the crest of a wave.
In the sky above the eternal Echo Lake,
The thunder has already ceased;
Yet the sound never ceases.
In the Beyond,
At the Hejing Pavilion in the Land of Felicity,
A crane soars up to the five heavens,
Just like the waves of your resplendent wisdom.
Long ago your voice resounded through the ten directions;
Who might not hear the sound?
Last night all the lotus flowers suddenly closed;
A friend from afar riding on the starry horizon;
Above the rainy mountain the moon hides;
Like a great mirror, the misty ocean.
Dreaming of another great ocean,
If only the Milky Way were connected to this great ocean,
You surely would from the starry night return.
See those eyes which penetrate through heaven and earth,
Into all things under the sun.
You see and know all;
You are the interstellar Poet;
You are the navigator of the children and youth of beautiful
Bharata.
So very
Modest,
Generous,
At ease,
Fearless.
You are the eternal people’s president of beautiful Bharata.
So very
Sincere,
Genuine,
Friendly,
Sensitive.
Your life was just like a wonderful, inconceivably beautiful poem.
My garden smiles,
Amongst the boundless stars;
A thousand lotus flowers sway.
A poet so wise, so dear to me;
The eternal people’s president;
I extol India, that beautiful Bharata, that ancient kingdom of the
moon;
That eternal lamp.
Patron of WAAC
Founder and Executive Chairman of Crane Summit 21st Century International Forum President of XXXV World Congress of Poets Yu Hsi
The Breeze Pavilion on the Pacific coast of Taiwan
July 28, 2015
A memorial for my dear friend, the people’ president, Abdul Kalam
Chinese Poet Yu Hsi loves everything about Tamil: http://www.sbs.com.au/yourlanguage/tamil/en/content/chinese-poet-yu-hsi-loves-everything-about-tamil
"There's philosophy in Tamil Poetry" – Chinese Poet Yu Hsi: http://www.sbs.com.au/yourlanguage/tamil/en/content/theres-philosophy-tamil-poetry-chinese-poet-yu-hsi-0
