“My lord! My vast one!
Visible, divine, grand in glory, Fiery power of man,
Crown of my mother’s icy summit! Divine mark on my Bharat’s forehead!
My lord! My vast one! Ageless, unconquerable,
unbound, free, Eternally proud, perpetually great,
Dwelling in boundless space, What magnificence has your saga?
What timeless meditation is this? Yogi!
What immortal contemplation is this?
In infinite void you search, For the solution to which complex problem?
What intricate web of confusion?
My lord! My vast one! Oh, silent ascetic absorbed in meditation!
Even if just for a moment, open your eyes!
O swallower of fire, victim of despair,
The nation is tormented, awaiting your command. Sukhasindhu,
Panchanada, Brahmaputra, Ganga, Yamuna’s ambrosial streams,
The land of sacred virtues and your compassion,
Where a revolution’s waiting at the gate, ‘Uplift the downtrodden,’
you proclaimed, First take my head as you lead the way.
Upon that blessed land you now meditate,
Oh, calamity strikes, calling for help,
Your troubled sons yearn and pine,
Threatened by foes from all directions.
My lord! My vast one! How many jewels have been plundered?
How much Of my boundless grandeur has been erased?
You, lost in meditation, here,
My beloved homeland has become desolate.
From the ruins of Vaishali’s glory,
Ask where lies the pride of the Licchavis?
O melancholy Gandaki! Tell me,
Where are the songs of Vidyapati?
Ask the youth of the land, How resounds this song of destruction?
Hidden amidst the waters’ depths,Who is this smoldering fire?
Between the corridors of the past,
Witness the golden age’s blazing inferno.
Invoke the lion’s roar, awaken, O ascetic! My lord!
My vast one! Prevent Yudhishthira from coming here,
Let him journey calmly to the heavens,
But then restore our Gandiva and mace,
Return Arjuna and Bhima, the brave.
Tell Shankara, let them perform
The dance of dissolution once again.
Echo ‘Hail to the destroyer!’ throughout India,
Let the chant of ‘Har Har Mahadev’ resound.
Shake the skies, lift the earth,
Produce your own grand voice,
You, the one who roars like a thunderous lion,
Shatter illusions, madness flees.
Renounce your silence, fill the world with roars,
O ascetic, let not time stand in your way.
Awaken the new age’s conch sound,
Rise, rise, my vast one!”
