RISE from the far dim East and the mouldered pomp of the Moguls,

Daughter of Aurangzeb, priestess and martyr of Love!

Dawn as a lone bright star in the infinite gloom of the heavens,

Throbbing with love and shedding around thee the music of night.

Sweet as the voice of the bulbul that whispers its woes to the twilight

Come to us out of the ages the echoes of songs thou hast sung.