In Gunga’s vale is heard
Siddhartha’s sacred word;
Thrill, heart of Hindustan!
Good tidings! Man is Man.
The Sudra’s eyes grow dim
With tears, for unto him
Thus spake Siddhartha good,
“There is no caste in blood.”
Take comfort, humble soul!
The ages hopeward roll;
Time grows compassionate;
Thou art not doomed by Fate;
Religion shall prevail;—
Hail! blessed Buddha! hail!
Proclaim thy message good,
“There is no caste in blood.”
Ye plains of Ind, rejoice
At Love’s sweet-sounding voice!
Ye heights of Himalay
Gleam bright for joy to-day!
The truth to Buddha sent
New lights the Orient,
Presaging all men good:
“There is no caste in blood.”