My life is the greatest epic,
The grandest than any ancient
or modern ever written.
Gilgamesh, Iliad and Odyssey don’t match it.
Acheles, Gilgamesh and Odysseus surrendered
and rest in the grave;
I am still the living protagonist
battling in the field.
Homer sang heroic tales,
now written in ink;
my actions sing mine
written in my own blood.
Rama and Ravana are in me,
I am in the battle field;
Arjuna and Duryodhana
appeasing and opposing me.
My friend and philosopher Krishana
sets my chariot in the middle;
prompts me to act righteously
lest I should be condemned by posterity.
Krishana lighted up my paths,
He gave me free will too;
which way I have to go,
my discretion what I woo.
Democracy is Divine Right,
for democracy I fight;
it will be praise or slander, depends
on the judicious use of my right.
Citizens of the world!
Innumerable epics will be written;
You, united or divided,
how you chose your way! ! ! ! !
Universe is a composite unit,
give all its aspects what is due;
shunning hatred and distrust,
Divine symphony in self-imbue.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem