2.

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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. ```

From:Sri Chinmoy,India, my India. Mother India's summit-prides, Agni Press, 1997
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