(I'm going back where I came from
Sweet love, I'm going back where I came from.)
John, this is your mother and father, brother and sister.
At first you may find this difficult to conceive,
but in time you will find out for yourself that it is truly so.
And you will also learn to comprehend for yourself
that they symbolized the human soul's desire to be one with the universal soul.
This gentle ever flowing love story has been told to everyone
who truly wishes to find the way.
Now listen carefully.
In an age where mankind had gone mad and blind,
the story of a man called Rasha and a woman called Dhara took root.
It is said that their love of life inspired all others to follow in their way
and eventually brought bliss and happiness to all the universal landscape.
Rasha is described as being a gentle young man,
of dark complexion, long black hair, and brown eyes,
wearing in an ever graceful flow a lapis lazuli colored robe.
He goes barefoot altough sometimes sandled.
He is Puhara(?) and often meditates with Dhara in their mountain ashram.
Throughout the pink city, all around the green sea, and up and down the river Ganges,
Dhara's emerald colored eyes are reknown for their beauty and their size,
and though how they scintillate at the slightest mention of Rasha of the blue sky.
She was often pictured sitting at his feet,
and he brushing her waves long colored hair at the foot of the mango tree
Her skin was as soft and as white as a crystal pure snowflake
And her breast was full of love for Rasha of the divine grace
And in her hair she wore flowers of all types,
and she looked very beautiful and vibrant
in her transparent red silk dress
And in her hand she is pictured holding a golden Chrysanthemum,
while in the Mango tree above, a pair of lovebirds are singing their songs of love.
Their love went beyond all bonds of love.
They danced on every star and planet in the universe
and found eternal happiness within nature's realm of bliss.
And from dawn to sunset,
from evening time to sunrise,
from the infinitesimal to the infinite,
everyone knew Rasha and Dhara's kiss.
They became a legend in their own time,
and stories of their love affair
had been written and sung by poets and balladeers, in prose and in rhyme.
Sweet love, I'm going back where I came from.)
John, this is your mother and father, brother and sister.
At first you may find this difficult to conceive,
but in time you will find out for yourself that it is truly so.
And you will also learn to comprehend for yourself
that they symbolized the human soul's desire to be one with the universal soul.
This gentle ever flowing love story has been told to everyone
who truly wishes to find the way.
Now listen carefully.
In an age where mankind had gone mad and blind,
the story of a man called Rasha and a woman called Dhara took root.
It is said that their love of life inspired all others to follow in their way
and eventually brought bliss and happiness to all the universal landscape.
Rasha is described as being a gentle young man,
of dark complexion, long black hair, and brown eyes,
wearing in an ever graceful flow a lapis lazuli colored robe.
He goes barefoot altough sometimes sandled.
He is Puhara(?) and often meditates with Dhara in their mountain ashram.
Throughout the pink city, all around the green sea, and up and down the river Ganges,
Dhara's emerald colored eyes are reknown for their beauty and their size,
and though how they scintillate at the slightest mention of Rasha of the blue sky.
She was often pictured sitting at his feet,
and he brushing her waves long colored hair at the foot of the mango tree
Her skin was as soft and as white as a crystal pure snowflake
And her breast was full of love for Rasha of the divine grace
And in her hair she wore flowers of all types,
and she looked very beautiful and vibrant
in her transparent red silk dress
And in her hand she is pictured holding a golden Chrysanthemum,
while in the Mango tree above, a pair of lovebirds are singing their songs of love.
Their love went beyond all bonds of love.
They danced on every star and planet in the universe
and found eternal happiness within nature's realm of bliss.
And from dawn to sunset,
from evening time to sunrise,
from the infinitesimal to the infinite,
everyone knew Rasha and Dhara's kiss.
They became a legend in their own time,
and stories of their love affair
had been written and sung by poets and balladeers, in prose and in rhyme.