Badri Raina Delhi
This twenty first day of March
You were born in Kashi
Whose infinite soul of wisdom
And ecstasy of yearning you
Grew up, O Bharat Ratna, to
Make your life’s learning and mission.
Through your tireless lust of reaching
The divine, note after micro note,
You made the Hindu and the Muslim
Your own, O Kabir reborn.
When the chips are down, O saintly
Maestro, millions close their wasted
Eyes and listen to your purya dhanashri.