While the world was lost
in the frenzied tunes of urban lark,
In the countryside a faint flicker was
tiptoeing through the dark,
Slowly-slowly the torch
burnt high and bright,
Dynamic dimensions of its raylets
woke up the slumberous masses for a fight.
Dignified confidence and exalted impulse
of light went flinging forth,
Historically harassed and exploited millions
got fresh hopes in south and north,
Lo! The fringe folks arrived
at the forefront,
As the brightest star of Haryana
in the sky brightly burnt.
Tauji, how high and mighty thou were!
Still so down to earth and simple!
Corpulent informality thine
brought always a smiling dimple
On every face tormented by
a worrying wrinkle.
Thy simple soul,
Always solemnly cuddled into
the paternal throes of composing
lushly-lustrous future
for each and every one of us,
And when the brightest son of Haryana
was gone for the eternal sleep,
A scar was created incalculably deep,
While our helpless sky
fell into a mourning hush.
Still, O Tauji!
Thy steady and unvacillating goodness,
And that persistently pronounced forthrightness
will always remain with us
to guide us clear of every trouble's crush,
Thy enlightening sagaciousness,
And the robust bravado of your heart
will continue to inspire new green
sprouts in land troubled by thirst.
How fulsome was your love
for the common people!
How refreshing was your smile's verve!
Temper so gracefully proportioned
and enchantingly simple!
How immensely foreseeable
was character yours!
Just like a path straight
and an open book of pleasant hours,–
Without any twists and turns,
O Tauji great!
Thy large-hearted liberality
was simply unbelievable,
Sacrificed the Nation's highest post
without tiniest trace of grumble,
Now, others follow thy legendary step
and reap the political fruit,
But alas, hear they not
the cries of masses mute.
Who can forget
the old-age pension,
Aha, an enormously elaborate
example of public work!
Gone was crippling old's tension;
Rhythmically gleaming smiles now lurk.
O thou farmers' messiah!
You tactfully removed
the noose of debt from their neck,
Gave then a
fatherly pat on the back,
And they – helplessly hemmed in by
the merciless loops of modern banking –
found utmost solace
in thy patronage loop,
Heavily indebted backs with a droop
got straightened with pride,
Launched thou then
a new tirade against hunger,
New hopes now linger
in peasants' dry eyes of yore,
Opened as thou a new door
to pride and prosperity.
Mystic subtlety and exuberance
of thy demeanour,
And freely elaborate freedom
of the 'human' in you,
Reach O subjects at the King's
threshold at any hour,–
Aha, no officially reprimanding queue!
Your legacy burning
like a lamp
in stillest of silence,
And thy charisma holding
in spellbinding balance,
While time's arms
swinging helplessly and silently,
Grows as the great man's
legend almost exponentially,
Continue it will to
shine as our path's light,
And we the sturdy sons
will toil to reach the height
where you wanted us to reach–
A new, fighting determination
in heart each;
To get the justice
for everybody wronged;
A new prosperity in homes
where it never belonged;
For the youths a fresh start;
Evolve we'll a new art,
Whereby everything is in
exquisitely fine-proportioned
parallel to your cause,
Brethren! Let us prove our gratitude
to the man who brought
in teary eyes a smiling rose.
Long live our
grand spellbinder's legacy!
God! Let it perpetually
cut the time's fabric mazy!
