India

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)