The Vultures of India…

Mukul Chand (enchanted forests) reminded me with his Pictures (where I could see vultures in cliffs) of this Video below that I made some time back about the situation of the vultures in India…

The Picture above shows vultures on a xenotaph in Orchha.

Lyrics by AnandRahasya

Here are the lyrics:

The vulture

The vulture of North India’s plains awakes

in the light  of a new golden  and sunny morning.

He slowly spreads his brown and white-grey wings

And descends for the river Ganges to have a sip.

All around the Goddess’ fertile ground

Orange white and green for love and peace.

Far below the people pray and toil

And the sun lets grow fruit wheat and Rice

Fruit wheat and rice.
The vulture of North India descends

In the light of a sunny bright, auspicious morning

The skies on seeing him fly heave a deep sigh

Then turn grey, they’re dsperate, watching him go.

All around spreads the Goddess’ fertile ground

Orange white and green for love and peace.

Far below the people pray and toil

And the sun lets grow fruit wheat and Rice

Fruit wheat and rice.

 

The vulture of North India takes a sip

And soars up high  to find carrion   to still its need.

Below the temples spread their ancient splendour

They are of his kind, they’re India’s pride, let them survive!

All around spreads the Goddess’ fertile ground

Orange white and green for love and peace.

Far below the people pray and toil

And the sun lets grow fruit wheat and Rice

Fruit wheat and Rice.

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2 thoughts on “The Vultures of India…

  1. I had walked since dawn and lay down to rest on a bare hillside
    Above the ocean. I saw through half-shut eyelids a vulture wheeling
    high up in heaven,
    And presently it passed again, but lower and nearer, its orbit
    narrowing,
    I understood then
    That I was under inspection. I lay death-still and heard the flight-
    feathers
    Whistle above me and make their circle and come nearer.
    I could see the naked red head between the great wings
    Bear downward staring. I said, ‘My dear bird, we are wasting time
    here.
    These old bones will still work; they are not for you.’ But how
    beautiful
    he looked, gliding down
    On those great sails; how beautiful he looked, veering away in the
    sea-light
    over the precipice. I tell you solemnly
    That I was sorry to have disappointed him. To be eaten by that beak
    and
    become part of him, to share those wings and those eyes–
    What a sublime end of one’s body, what an enskyment; what a life
    after death.

    Robinson Jeffers

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