Hark The Portent! Poem by Swatantryaveer Savarkar

Savarkar composed this poem in Ratnagiri in 1932.
Hark, O Past, O you petrified Present! Avail
The portent, the coming colossal calamity,
The Hindu Race is forging forward to fight! Hail!

Each on his own once, now rallied as one
Crores of Hindus are primed for war! Hail!

These Pillars of Forbearance aroused, infusing
Nrusimha, pounding war-drums onward sail!

O Ye Tormentors, defeated you will be now!
E'en any Duhshasana, Kashipu, Kamsa will quail!

With God as their inspiration, offering their lives,
Staking their very existence, none turning tail!

For Love and Equality, the protection of the good,
Attaining freedom, free the world they shall! Hail!

[This is a translation by Anurupa Cinar, Savarkar's original, "Aik Bhavishyala, ' is in Marathi.]