The dust of the marketplace overwhelms me and stifles my heart
Let the river of your melody wash over me
Let it’s drumbeat pulse through my veins
Let it wash away from my body all dishonour
Let it’s gurgling flow drown all commotion
Tagore sings in "Haater dhula soi na ..". Every day that we step out into the world, we are thrown into the noise, rush and commotion of the marketplace. When we return back to the sanctity of home, we wash away the dust and sweat from the body. Should we not also clear our mind? The greed, ambition, restlessness and pettiness of the people we meet inevitably unsettles the mind. To return home is to return the mind to tranquility.
Let the river of your melody wash over me
Let it’s drumbeat pulse through my veins
Let it wash away from my body all dishonour
Let it’s gurgling flow drown all commotion
Tagore sings in "Haater dhula soi na ..". Every day that we step out into the world, we are thrown into the noise, rush and commotion of the marketplace. When we return back to the sanctity of home, we wash away the dust and sweat from the body. Should we not also clear our mind? The greed, ambition, restlessness and pettiness of the people we meet inevitably unsettles the mind. To return home is to return the mind to tranquility.
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