Bullets cannot answer those
Who've taken up the sword,
And jackals cannot silence those
Who've heard the lion's roar.

The Nation of the soldier-saint,
So newly come to life,
Holds promise of a brighter day
Bereft of grief and strife.

But those who wield their armaments
And wag their tongues in hate,
Must learn to tread a kinder course.
There is no power so great

As issues from an open heart
And rules an open mind.
Our Guru has been good to us
Who once were deaf and blind.

And now we rise so bright and brave
Before the morning light,
To seek our Guru's majesty
And serve our soul's delight.

Never was a righteous course
Or such a splendid vow
As giving up our selfishness
To serve the Guru now.


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