Oh sun! You rose
To shine the frozen gloom in our lives,
Shined not only the hearts but illumined our lives,
As if our lives were eternal prisoners in the dark deserts of eternity
And freeing us from it was then your aspiration,
So marched on with your grand power
To pen the deep down history lane;
Reinstated the perverted history
By restoring the human dignity that was in wane…
Rediscovered the new realms of history
History….! Which was a mystery, nothing else.
Poured your mighty flow
To sharpen the dead stones with your mighty blow,
As if you, the water, and we, on your way, the rough dead stones,
Dead stones were we that you turned into pebbles then and excelled forever our tone…
And then we learnt to raise a strong voice,
And now we stamp the strongest protest to bury the Varna system deep down….
You understood our moans
And post-mortem their roaring tones;
The tones then had caused our fall
You erected then the new mighty wall
And furnished it with the power all
That eliminated those beasts and cowards all.
Gave us message ‘Educate, Organize and Agitate’ to fight for human rights,
That poured us in the perpetual burning of volcano’s mouth and made us fight
So now we erupt volcanoes to destroy the Varna tower Manu erected...