On a radiant day
The ashram of my country
Will be enveloped in clouds of fragrant incense.
O guru! Thousands and thousands of people
Will be bowing at your feet.
Along with them all
Bless me with fearlessness.
Lead me to the path of truth.
Fill this mortal vessel
With the panchamrit
Of viveka, vairagya, nivritti, sanyam and sankalpa.
And in that yajna
Grant me absolution.
I am one with you,
Even when away from you
In these nations
Which are symbols of sovereignity
There is absence of feeling.
Skyscrapers, computers -
Factories exhaling thick smoke -
Men have become robots here.
Hearts and minds
Are torn apart by the limits of individuality
Which prevents union.
Toddlers in uniform chatter about bombs.
Teenagers are confused.
Worldly pleasures have crippled their souls.
The trembling old men
Are witnesses of history.
They have seen my country writhing
In the pain of subjugation.
We are passing through the era of tablets.
Mothers abstain from lullabies,
Fathers refrain from fairy tales,
Children resort to sleeping pills.
In this nation of science
I will perform gyana yajna
And sacrifice to God
The masks of maturity on the faces of children
Their immature samskaras
And the false egos of the elders.
Automated man will cease to exist
With the resounding vibrations of my 'Om'.
I will acquaint them with the birth of love
And the demise of darkness.
Extend the horizon of my resolute wisdom
Let my arms spread to infinity like the vast sky
Where the rising sun is uneclipsed.
Before medicines for every disease
Push them towards the point of no return
I will draw them back.
My yogic culture
Will show the path to a new life.
Will end their sufferings
And my morning song of benediction
Will usher in propitious days.