Where the spirit does not know the dread and the forehead
gets up;
Where the knowledge is free;
Where the world has not been parcelled by narrow
parting walls;
Where the words appear of the depths
of the sincerity;
Where the tireless effort stretches the arms
towards the perfection;
Where the clear river of reason has overflow
mortally in the arid and frightful desert of the routine;
Where the mind guided by you, penetrates
in the constant growth of the thought and of the action;
In this paradise of freedom, Oh My Father!,
do that it wakes my mother land up.
RABINDRANATH TAGORE (Calcutta
1861-1941)