The discord that prevails among
The nations is an eternal truth:
This old and tyrant whirling dome
For none of us has any ruth.
Dive into the abyss of Self
And do not yield before despair
The wounds that: world on you inflicts
Is secret means of their repair.
If this truth that God has no peer
Sinks down in inner part of heart
You shall excel in grandeur all,
In world affairs shall play great part.