Master, give me strength,
That I know thy strength,
That I know that the past is gone,
The present is on,
And the future is thy great song.
That I come out of the shell of convention,
And save myself from the depth of ego,
And realize, that it is Us and not ‘I’ that does,
And that I stop heeding to the Group’s wasteful mores,
And be as true Vedic, where peace thrives and sanity pours.
That I transform this frail calf
Into the graceful tusker,
Heeding not to the past times that bark,
And dwell ever,
In innocent lark.
That I ...