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THE FIRST BOOK
I was there – And perhaps you as well,
Standing perhaps a breath
away,
Perhaps perched in the darkness of a vision,
Perhaps moving on
a turning point of consciousness,
But that was a tale of prehistoric
times.
That was our existence, yours and mine,
Which became the first
language of the world.
Words were coined to identify me,
Words were
coined to identify you,
And they wrote in that first language, their
first book.
That was our tryst, yours and mine,
We slept on a bed of
stones,
And our eyes, lips and finger tips,
Became the words of your
body and mine.
They then made translations of this first book.
The Rig Veda was compiled much later.
Translated
by Pritish Nandi
Source: yugantar
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