The hope-noon of my Mother India⁴²

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My Mother India,

Your pride, your hope-noon,

Your all-transforming crest

Was Aurobindo.

Wet with your tears, his human heart.

The thunder-blaze of his volcano-pen

Awoke the sleeping souls

To free their Motherland.

Aurobindo,

The zenith Leader of the dire revolt,

With rising sparks of Ind was all aglow.

In him we found our altar of sacrifice.

From his works and deeds

Drank we deep delight ambrosial.

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From:Chinmoy,Sri Aurobindo: The Infinite, Agni Press, 1997
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