It is the sequel To the earlier dawn of liberation In the dark backward And abysm of legendary time, When the incarnate Ogrish horror scored Endless goals of gore Agaist humanity; And the divine power Turned the tide Into a victorious sitter Of triumph Against the sport of sanguine death In the field With a fatal finish. This dawn awakens In grateful warmth of heart To the Lord of Lords, When every drop Of water Is a Ganga of ablution And The grace auspicious Of The beaming goddess of largesse In peak of showers Swells and smiles While The shriven sin In Contrite bliss of calm, Hails without gall The festive morn Saluting the new linen And The annointed sheen Of countless souls. His true self gained, He Basks in universal love Of Illumination.