An Eastern sea is crossing the ocean
Sanathan Wisdom brimming, throwing waves across
Warlorn continents are laid with cyclones of devotion
Hearts sunk low are now singing I am He
But the sorrow of his own countrymen burns his heart
Go to any forest, worry wells forth rivulets of tears
Cutting bondages, becoming nonattached and wandering
But no freedom from the weighing load, worry about Bharath
An Eastern sea is crossing the ocean
Sanathan Wisdom brimming, throwing waves across.
This is a dream begot in the pangs of Kali temple pujari
Fate's own cradle of that Mother's care
Incarnating wisdom all over the world
Divinity coming in person to rectify the world
Mad with Western craze, dazed with pedantic religions
Raising the dust of separatist fever wasted with jealousy
Lusting for the sensual, blind with fury due to envy
Miserly greed become the run of daily chores
Making an end to all these ills,
The deep sane waking comes across
Heartful springs of compassion towards the human plight
Conviction profound that human beings are really divine
Plans conceived to make the mundane manifest divinity
It is the happy reach of lolling teardrops of Time in joy
Making rhythm with the melody of maturing souls
Singing the Vedic tune
An Eastern sea is crossing the ocean
Sanathan Wisdom brimming, throwing waves across.
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