I filled a jar for you.
I filled some glacial water,
With pebbles and music of the flow.
I filled a crescent moon from the day before yugaadi,
And a star I caught in the night.
I filled it with some wheat,
And the wind
I filled some yellow flowers,
Some violet, some white.
I filled a little rock,
And the coarse soil.
I filled the songs of birds,
The sparrows, the myna, the swift.
I filled the sunshine from dawn,
And the dusk shadows of the hills.
I filled the prayer flags,
And some Buddha.
I filled a jar for you,
The jar, my heart.
For times,
when you are tired of the city churn on a long day of work,
when you seek silence from the machinic noises,
when you need you.
I filled a jar for you.