| Wanrah ïa ka shnok sur jingrwai! ka jingrwai kaba la thaw pynwansur Ha kaba jngai, ha kaba ka jingthala pyrthei kam lah ban poi, Ha ki krem jong ki lum bad sha ki sangam jong ka khlaw, Haba ka jingsuk kam don jingthrew ïa ka brai ne ka spah ne ka nam. Ka nud ban pynpra; haba la tuid ka wahduid jong ka jingtip, ka jingshisha bad ka jingkmen kaba bud ïa baroh ar. Rwai syiang, u Sannyasiin bashlur! U Ong - “Om Tat Sat, Om!” |
Wake up the note! the song that had its birth Far off, where worldly taint could never reach, In mountain caves and glades of forest deep, Whose calm no sigh for lust or wealth or fame Could ever dare to break; where rolled the stream Of knowledge, truth, and bliss that follows both. Sing high that note, Sannyâsin bold! Say — "Om Tat Sat, Om!" |
| Bthah noh ïa ki kynjri ba khum ïa phi! Ki jingteh kiba teh khlem lait shuh, Jong ka ksiar kaba phyrnai, ne kaba kham jngut rong, ne ki tiar ki bym da don dor; Ka jingieit, ka jingshun — kaba bha, kaba sniew — bad baroh ki kynhun arliang mamla, To tip, u mraw u dei u mraw, ka syrpai syrpud ne ka jingshah sympat, ym ba la laitluid; Namar ki kynjri, wat la ki dei da ka ksiar, ki don ka bor syngit ba khlaiñ ban teh; Nangta sa leit noh bad ki, Sannyasin bashlur! Ong - “Om Tat Sat, Om!” |
Strike off thy fetters! Bonds that bind thee down, Of shining gold, or darker, baser ore; Love, hate — good, bad — and all the dual throng, Know, slave is slave, caressed or whipped, not free; For fetters, though of gold, are not less strong to bind; Then off with them, Sannyâsin bold! Say — "Om Tat Sat, Om!" |
| To ai ba ka jingdum kan leit noh; ka Jingshai ba maïan ba la ïohi mynmiet kaba ialam Da ka Jingshai kaba meh khlik khlik khlak khlak kaba wanrah jingdum shuh shuh. Kane ka jingsliang ïa ka jingim, ka pynjah jingthynrang junom; ka ring naduh ka jingkha shaduh ka jingïap, bad ka jingïap shaduh ka jingkha, bad ka mynsiem. Ka jingjop kaba khraw ka dei ka jingjop halor ïalade. To tip ïa kane Bad wat ju aiti, Sannyasiin bashlur! Ong - “Om Tat Sat, Om!” |
Let darkness go; the will-o'-the-wisp that leads With blinking light to pile more gloom on gloom. This thirst for life, for ever quench; it drags From birth to death, and death to birth, the soul. He conquers all who conquers self. Know this And never yield, Sannyâsin bold! Say —"Om Tat Sat, Om!" |
| "Uta uba bet u dei ban ot," ki ong, "bad ka daw ka dei ban wanrah Ïa ka jingseisoh kaba thikna; kaba bha, kaba bha; kaba sniew, kaba sniew; bad ym don Uba lah ban lait na ka aiñ. Hynrei mano ba phong ia ka dur U dei ban deng ïa u kynjri." Ka long kaba shisha; hynrei kaba kham palat Baroh ar ka kyrteng bad ka dur ka long ka Âtman, kaba laitluid da shisha. To tip ba phi long uta, u Sannyasiin bashlur! Ong - “Om Tat Sat, Om!” |
"Who sows must reap," they say, "and cause must bring The sure effect; good, good; bad, bad; and none Escape the law. But whoso wears a form Must wear the chain." Too true; but far beyond Both name and form is Âtman, ever free. Know thou art That, Sannyâsin bold! Say — "Om Tat Sat, Om!" |
| Ki tip ïa ka jingshisha kiba phohsniew kum kine ki jingphohsniew kiba thylli Kum u kpa, ka kmie, ki khun, ka tnga, bad u paralok. Uta u bym don ka jinglong shynrang ne kynthei! uei u kpa kpa jong u ? u dei u khun jong no? U dei u paralok jong no, uwei u nongshun jong u Uta Uba long tang Uwei? Uta uba ka jinglong ka long baroh ha baroh, ym don uwei pat uba don; Bad me dei Uta, Sannyasin bashlur! Ong - “Om Tat Sat, Om!” |
They know not truth who dream such vacant dreams As father, mother, children, wife, and friend. The sexless Self! whose father He? whose child? Whose friend, whose foe is He who is but One? The Self is all in all, none else exists; And thou art That, Sannyâsin bold! Say —"Om Tat Sat, Om!" |
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There is but One — The Free — The Knower — Self! Without a name, without a form or stain. In Him is Mâyâ dreaming all this dream. The witness, He appears as nature, soul. Know thou art That, Sannyâsin bold! Say — "Om Tat Sat, Om!" |
| Hangno me wad? Kata ka jinglaitluid, ki paralok, lane kane ka pyrthei Bad kata ka lah ban ai. Ha ki kot bad ki templ kiba ki jingwad jong me ki long lehnohei. Ka jong me ka long tang ka kti kaba bat Ïa u tyllai uba ring ïa me.Nangta sangeh noh ka jingïam sngewsih, Pyllait noh ïa ka jingbat jong me, Sannyasin bashlur! Ong - “Om Tat Sat, Om!” |
Where seekest thou? That freedom, friend, this world Nor that can give. In books and temples vain Thy search. Thine only is the hand that holds The rope that drags thee on. Then cease lament, Let go thy hold, Sannyâsin bold! Say — "Om Tat Sat, Om!" |
Rangkitbok C Dohkrut is a young and upcoming poet known for his evocative Khasi poem "Ki Tamasa Ki Cherry" (Cherry Blossom Festival), which captures the beauty of the cherry blossom season in Shillong. His poetry collection includes poignant Haikus and thought-provoking English poems that explore deep personal and societal themes
