‘JANMASHTAMI’
(A POEM)
(Rendered by the Author
from Oriya)
Believe
me; that day will come,
Glorious,
bright, pure and illuminating;
It
is golden and brightened by the sun’s rays,
The
Chariot of the morning sun is within sight,
The
life of the people is filled with
the free breath of
liberty.
Believe
me; the lotus of freedom will surely blossom forth
in the lake of the life
of man;
The
day of Janmashtami is come,
The
laughter of the golden Jubilee bursts forth,
in the pitch darkness of
the prison.
It
will surely end the rehearsal of deceit and infidelity,
The
sun will rise one day piercing the darkness of tyranny,
The
seed of freedom is sowed
in every country of the
world.
Believe
me;
We
will surely listen in the bright sunlight of that day
To
the songs of Love’s pigeon,
The
palpitation of the free life,
The chirpings of the doves of peace.
The
shaky sprouting of the earth hides
the signs of unity,
freedom and humanism.
The
sun will rise penetrating the heart of the
nights of ‘Sravana’,
The
bright lotus will blossom forth
in the breast of
violence and faithlessness,
The
golden chariot of the free child will move
piercing the bleak
darkness of the royal path.
Believe
me: in the history of that glorious day
The
free soul will emerge,
with the records of the
consecration of blood.