The scale of your justice
You have given to all.
O king of kings
Your power to rule, your power to judge
You have bestowed on every one of us.
May I humbly accept that difficult task,
That rarest honour.
When doing that task
None may I fear
Where forgiveness is weakness
May I be firm at your command.
At your prompts
Like a flaming sword
May only truth flare from my tongue.
Sitting on the seat of judgement
May I keep your honour.
In your hatred let them burn like grass
Those who do and those who suffer
Whatever is unjust.
Transcreation of sonnet number 70 from the collection Naivedya by Rabindranath Tagore. The original is at http://www.rabindra-rachanabali.nltr.org/node/12839.