The Song of the Free / मुफ्त का गीत

The Song of the Free

 

   The wounded snake its hood unfurls,

      The flame stirred up doth blaze,

     The desert air resounds the calls,

         Of heart - struck lion's age.

  The cloud puts forth its deluge strength,

       When lightning cleaves its breast,

When the soul is stirred to its inmost depth,

              Great ones unfold their best!

  Let eyes grow dim and heart grow faint,

      And friendship fail love betray,

       Let fate its hundred horrors send,

     And clotted darkness block the way.

       And nature wore an angry frown,

    To crush you out - still know my soul,

       You are divine, march on and on, 

      Nor right nor left, but to the goal  !

                                                                 Swami Vivekanand