Om is your name The resolve to create us At the cost of breaking your vow To remain 'one without the second',
Ready to suffer agonies of Ashoka Rising as Buddha in the war of Kalinga Ready to crush the pride of Duryodhana And defend the honor of Pandavas You emanate from the primal silence Om is your name,
Ready to lower your eyes Before the tormenting masters Ready to break the tradition By reverberating as the Spartan, Ready to turn the other cheek Ready to love thy neighbor Before caring for the self You emanate from the primal silence Om is your name,
The silent weeping and moving sobs Shouts at assemblies and of mobs In courts and the hospitals In bazaars and jungles, In the silence of the night In the ruffling of feathers In nestling of birds supple In the embraces of youthful couples And in the hug of motherly comforts You emanate from the primal silence Om is your name,
Half of you is sorrowful cry And the other pleasure and joy Making it possible for us To transcend the both And reach the plane of Om The first and the last barrier Between you and I.