O seer-poet of Mother Ind,
Awake in your new form, knowledge-sea.
Piercing the heart of ignorance,
Awake, O Beloved, O Source of light.
May your silence-touch
Transform the long-accrued imperfection-night
Into the light of dawn.
Bring down your lustre-light
And illumine this unlit world
And make it beauty immutable.
Sri Chinmoy, India, my India. Mother India's summit-prides, Agni Press, 1997