Burnt ashes were lit one by one, sparking them, those who climbed the holy altar without taking a pen, say Jai to them today.
Those innumerable small lamps which were extinguished by burning water on one side of our storms, did not ask for love or pen with open mouth, say Jai to them today.
Whose red crests are spewing out a hundred flames in all directions, whose lion's roar has frightened the earth till now, say Jai to him today.
Who knows, poor history is struck by the blinding glare, Sun, Moon, Geography, Astronomy, pen are the witnesses of his glory, say Jai to him today.
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