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-nightInto the light of dawn.
Bring down your lustre-lightAnd 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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