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Nanak |
The nation could not care less about Gautama’s message—
It did not know the price of its unique pearl! |
Poor wretches! They never heard the voice of truth:
A tree does not know how sweet its fruit is. |
What he revealed was the secret of existence,
But India was proud of its fancies; |
It was not an assembly‑hall to be lit up by the lamp of truth;
The rain of mercy fell, but the land was barren. |
Alas, for the shudra India is a house of sorrow,
This land is blind to the sufferings of man. |
The Brahmin is still drunk with the wine of pride,
In the assembly‑halls of foreigners burns Gautama’s lamp. |
But, ages later, the house of idols was lit up again–
Azar’s house was lit up by Abraham! |
Again from the Punjab the call of monotheism arose:
A perfect man roused India from slumber. |
Translated by: Mustansir Mir |
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