103 (let honour come to me)
LET HONOUR come to me from Thee
through a call to some desperate task,
in the pride of poignant suffering.
Lull me not into languid dreams;
Shake me out of this cringing in the dust,
Out of the fetters that shackle our mind, make futile our destiny;
Out of the unreason that bends our dignity down under the
indiscriminate feet of dictators;
Shatter this age-long shame of ours,
And raise our head
into the boundless sky,
into the generous light,
into the air of freedom.