Bless Us
By Dils Debojyoti Sinha
Bless us, my people, bless us
To upkeep the honour of our mother
Let us start right from now:
Bless us, my people, bless us.
If the own children shrink to honour
We can not expect from others the same.
How far can we move with baseless boastings?
We live with the euphoria of self-styled superiors
Only to be branded as buffoons by others.
Raged at the defaming terms about his mother
Hurled at him by Arjuna, his father,
Babru stood firm and killed him nearly.
Let us remember, we carry the spirit of that blood.
And, if we fail to uphold the dignity of our mother
Let all of us get drowned than be the eunuchs.
Let us not be fascinated by the alluring outer glow of others
As blind imitations will lead us to nowhere
But to a realm of utter dishonour.
Let us mind the four, the riches, the learning,
The unity and the sense of self-respect.
Which have together the power to proclaim
The end of all distress.
We are thoughtlessly busy with petty pleasures
And groping in the dark.
But, Gokul, the conscious crow, can not.
Can not but crying aloud from door to door
Singing the songs of awakening.
And, when a crow cries
The dawn can never remain far behind.
Bless us, my people, bless us.
[Based on Gakulananda Gitiswami’s Bor Dei Bor Dei Giri Githani]
Courtesy: Published in the “SMARANIKA” (Souvenir)
A Souvenir published on the occasion of the 112th Birth Anniversary of Gokulananda Geetiswami by the Brihattara Guwahati Gokulananda Geetiswami Jayanti Udjapan Committee held on 30th Nov’ 2008 at Silpagram, Panjabari, Guwahati
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