Mogara Phulala - Spring poem by Sant Dhyaneshwar from Maharashtra


Mogaraa phulalaa, mogaraa fulalaa
Fulen wechitaa baharu kaliyaansi alaa.
Iwalese rop laawiyele dwaari
Tayaachaa welu gelaa gaganaawari.
Manaachiye gunti gunfiyalaa shelaa
baap rakhumaadewiwaru withhthhale arpilaa.

English translation (by Kiran from

In this illusion of our worldly existence my sapling of Jasmine ( illusion ) has blossomed with flowers(Experiences of happiness & sorrow)

We percieve this illusion of life as truth enduring through multiple cycles of death and life

The small Jasmine sapling that i had planted at doorstep has reached the skies in due course of time.

With the thread of my mind a have made a garland of these Jasmine flowers( my devotion) which offer to my supreme lord Vitthal.