SOME ONE HAS secretly left in my hand a flower of love. Some one has stolen my heart and scattered it abroad in the sky. I know not if I have found him or I am seeking him everywhere, if it is a pang of bliss or of pain.
BRING TO THIS country once again the blessed name which made the land of thy birth sacred to all distant lands! Let thy great awakening under the bodhi tree be fulfilled, sweeping away the veil of unreason and let, at the end of an oblivious night, freshly blossom out in India thy remembrance! Bring life to the mind that is inert, thou Illimitable Light and Life! Let the air become vital with thy inspiration! Let open the doors that are barred, and the resounding conch shell proclaim thy arrival at Bharat's gate. Let, through innumerable voices, the gospel of an immeasurable love announce thy call.
