The soul, truth, clime, and flute,
Admire the laud angel, here is a seat,
The celestial being, sovran him,
And place him the noble poet.
The offering and fragrance of flowers,
Receives the angel ever again,
The time and mind are variant,
And the beauty of prolific remains.
The Ganga, Yamuna, Sarasvati,
Heavenly treasure and trireme,
What else matters,
And all are supreme.
The hymn made the Pan-Indish fame,
Storm, cloud and in the reign,
The generation shall be free,
And beauteous of the country shall remain.
The silence governs in the cosmic nights,
Until the ravish morn,
The song offering and anthem,
Revives the unity, unchanged and unworn.
~ Jyoti Pathak
Nainital, India
Wow, what a piece!
An actual offering to the revered soul.
Well done dear friend.
Thankyou Sunil Kamal.
Very nice composition and a tribute to Sri Rabindranath Tagore.
Thankyou Dev.