A Rhyme

At your birth rose the red star,
Unsullied Earth raised her arms,
May-skies rang with the Uchchaisrava neigh
And the seven Kalpurushes sang a concerted song...

Let riots be sponsored, let blood redden the earth,
Let them try to bring death to the country here, there and everywhere,

Let them build a hundred strongholds in cities, on mountains,
Comets vanish with the red glow of your star...

We heard a river ran mad in a far-off land,
The King’s men tried to stop it with mud,
It broke through the dykes;