The sandhya doesn't last all evening
The bhutas and pretas chase it far away
Gandharvika always arrives for her service with bells on
She wouldn't have it any other way
Charmonious play, sweet absolute charmonious play
Roses and wild flowers strung together in the leis
Kept fresh and beautiful in their connection for the entire day
Charmonious play, sweet absolute charmonious play
Between the drops of drizzle we respect the ratha-bhojana-vrksa and go straight for the main road. The champa hatti is quiet. The wharlers are busy inside and the post office is full. The triangle is easy crept through. We're on our way to the stars of the morning. After seeing them we circle around Bhakta Blade's kutir but the master of the house is far away. The sufferer thakura has a windbreaker on today. There are neither mountain men nor skateboarders on the ramps this evening. The leaping monque is under an umbrella. At his shop the gecko takes leave and I hammer for the sandhya.
Sri Guru-Gauranga Gandharvika-Giridhari are quick as a lion on the chase this evening. They are staying in because of rain and take rest as early as possible for the day ahead.