(Rendered by the Author
from the original in Oriya)
We
have to save mankind from the
clutches of the locusts,
The
crops of humanism are to be salvaged,
The
bright, clear human, face with its gaze
Fixed
on the pole-star of truth must remain unperturbed.
They
have spread themselves in the sky,
In
the green valley and field of life,
And,
in the unbedimmed glow of light,
have spread the wings of destruction.
The
man of the earth wishes to live like man
And
to sway himself in the flood
of the music of humanity,
And
to grow crops on this earth,
Bearing the sparks of freedom, unity and humanism.
In
the length and breadth of the country
And
in the wide sky,
The
rays of freedom will shine
through the terrestrial light
and air,
Redeeming
the human crops
And
dazzling the world
With the glow of truth and light.