Away from the circles of starless night
From all the lanes of winding fog
From the depths of dark and roaring clouds
Let me follow forever
Your matchless stride wherever
In all our struggles and strife.
Lead on with clearest eyes
To your towering height
And save us from ourselves
O Guide! O Pilgrim of Light!
1 comment:
Waah! Marxist tribute dipped in Eliot....bhalo hoechhe. Long live the memory!
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