Because the flute is end- to -end hollow
Melodies are freely flowing out instantly!
Those melodies flowing though the holes
Are well-monitored by the fingertips!

Thousands of soulful melodies are amazingly
Throbbing within the musical pipe!
Is there any heart or soul upon this earth
Never charmed by those hearty melodies?

Is not this magical instrument fondly
Gifted to this earth by Lord Krishna?
Did He not captivate the whole world
With His soul -stirring tuneful melodies?

Our hearts too suchlike we keep hollow
No wonder, many are the boons!
Akin to those soulful melodies flowed
From the divine flute of the supreme Lord,
Ever should resonate from the graceful flute
Of our hearts too, immaculate thoughts!
Those sensors live in the human body
Are the all- alluring deceptive five senses!

Let us pray The Almighty to make our five senses
To hear, touch, see, taste and smell only good things!
Desires are akin to the ritual-horses, let loose,
Upon which rides our mind as it pleases!

Once let loose, our desires become undue desires
The flute of our heart may then ring out mistunes!
Oh Effulgent Lord, who gave us the glorious flute,
Protect us, as YOU are the only hope in this Kaliyug!

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(Translation of the poem Otakuzhal in Malayalam by the poet)