Cau chuyen dong song 2

In twilight’s fading gentle glow,
Siddhartha walks where silent questions grow.
He leaves behind his father’s gate,
All wealth and pride left to the wind of fate.
Through empty nights of restless yearning,
He asks his heart, “Who am I meant to be?”



With Govinda walking by his side,
He searches mountains where the sages hide.
Yet all the hardships could not reveal
The truth his spirit longed to feel.
Though he wandered countless paths,
His soul remained without a home.



Then love appeared like a tender breeze,
Kamala taught him how the heart believes.
In crowded halls he tasted pleasure,
Yet felt a quiet sorrow grow within.
Years of longing, years of losing—
His golden life began to crumble.



And then the river whispered low:
“Child, listen close to the flow of time.”
Its waters sang of the turning world,
Of joy and pain that fade into the same.
Through birth and death, all things returning—
Only love remains, the path back home.


Om… rising from the quiet heart,
A sacred sound that opens hidden doors.
He learns that nothing ever truly dies—
All returns like water to the river.



By the shining banks of morning light,
He meets Govinda after years apart.
A gentle kiss upon his brow,
Reveals the universe in one pure smile.
That timeless river, without beginning,
Is the journey, is the soul itself.



In flowing waters, all beings mirror,
And those who listen will find themselves.
The river’s murmur soft and deep
Guides wanderers back to their inner peace.