I have been listening to this sweet abhang of Sant Dynaneshwar since childhood .Sung by Lata Mangeshkar its gives me immense joy and happiness.Listen to it if you get a chance.
I feel this verses carries a deep meaning inside.I have dared to translate it my own words. I am almost nothing compared to Saint Dyaneshwar.Corrections if there will be welcomed with an open heart.
Mogaraa phulalaa, mogaraa fulalaa
Fulen wechitaa baharu kaliyaansi alaa.
Iwalese rop laawiyele dwaari
Tayaachaa welu gelaa gaganaawari.
Manaachiye gunti gunfiyalaa shelaa
baap rakhumaadewiwaru withhthhale arpilaa.
In this illusion of our worldly existence my sapling of Jasmine ( illusion ) has blossomed with flowers(Experiences of happiness & sorrow)
We percieve this illusion of life as truth enduring through multiple cycles of death and life
The small Jasmine sapling that i had planted at doorstep has reached the skies in due course of time.
With the thread of my mind a have made a garland of these Jasmine flowers( my devotion) which offer to my supreme lord Vitthal.
This will free me from this illusionary world and unite me with the ultimate realty of supreme lord Vitthal.