Hari Om,
Hari-Hari,
Om-Om,
Hari-Hari,
Hari Om, Hari-Hari,
Hari Om, Om-Om,
Hari-Hari.

The flower of meditation
Let it bloom
Undisturbed
In a natural way.
The lotus of meditation
And bliss emanating from.

Hari Om, Hari-Hari,
Hari Om, Om-Om,
Hari-Hari,
Everything but
Into the hands of Hari.

Om is the primordial cosmic vibration
Which sprang it from
The creation of the universe and life,
Hari-Hari, Om-Om,
Hari is Om.

Hari the remover
Of the bad effects
Of karma,
I mean bhoga, suffering
To be lessened.

The art of meditation,
The art of living
Should it be as such
O feel the existence of His
Losing oneself for
Some moments at least.

As for peace, mental peace,
The peace of mind
And soul,
Calm composure
And recuperation
From cares and anxiety.

All disturbance,
Angst and bewilderment
And loss
To rejuvenate,
To recompose
And to regain.

Hari is Om,
Om Hari-Hari,
Hari Om, Hari-Hari,
Hari Om, Hari Om,
Hari-Hari.

Nothing will go with
Everything but will remain it here,
Barring the name of Hari,
Nothing will go with
Barring the name of Hari,
Hari om, Hari-Hari.

Bijay Kant Dubey

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