TEXT 45

TEXT 45

se amṛtera eka-kaṇa, karṇa-cakora-jīvana,
karṇa-cakora jīye sei āśe
bhāgya-vaśe kabhu pāya, abhāgye kabhu nā pāya,
nā pāile maraye piyāse

Перевод

"One particle of that transcendental, blissful nectar is the life and soul of the ear, which is like a cakora bird that lives in hope of tasting that nectar. Sometimes, by good fortune, the bird can taste it, but at other times he unfortunately cannot and therefore almost dies of thirst.