2.

Awake, awake,
O seer-poet of Mother Ind,
O world-haven,
Awake in your new form, knowledge-sea.
Piercing the heart of ignorance,
Awake, O Beloved, O Source of light.
May your silence-touch
Transform the long-accrued imperfection-night
Into the light of dawn.
Bring down your lustre-light
And illumine this unlit world
And make it beauty immutable.