Binding me tight, the unwieldy chain,
Weighs me down with its might and main.
Adamantine, acidic – darbies and fetters,
‘Cause I am one of karma’s debtors!
With my nose to the grindstone I drudge,
But who can appease cold karma’s grudge?
Yet hope and faith light up the way;
“Sow the seeds of karma”, they say!
“Expiate the several sins you carry,
Let no power make you tarry.”
So, sowing the seeds of goodness I go,
Placating karma’s rage and woe!
Helping the helpless as I pull on,
The fetters lighten, their asperity gone.
I plod, I stumble, I stagger and limp,
Unyielding – No! I’m not a wimp.
I grapple with my colossal fate;
A combat at old karma’ gate!
My deeds, gratitude – unwavering faith,
Urging me on, easing my weight!
Transforming me into an elated yaksha,
Joyfully embracing the final moksha.
Karma – The belief that our actions and deeds in our previous lives determine the quality of our future lives.
Yaksha – Nature spirits, usually benevolent.
Moksha – Liberation.