Ere long thy tribes shall rally them, shall arise and clasp
One the hand of the other, with a kiss they shall evoke happiness
And heroic prowess, one unto the other; ere long shall love
Blaze up as an overwhelming pyre of happiness, and all thy broad focus
Shall be its domain, with every heart that is thine
For its fuel; resplendent shall be its exemplar
And hitherto unheard of, unseen in the world;
The world to its utmost shall be amazed thereat, and shall marvel,
Gazing and gazing; till, dazzled by this torrent it shall surrender.
And with it shall merge into a single realm of love, into that realm
Which upon earth is foretold by the divine books.
Thus in the world's mighty design thou hast ret thee astir
Potently, in mankind's eternal contest for advancement,
Its strong protector, the hem of whose garment
All tribes upon earth should kiss in thanksgiving!
So long as it shall engender all dismay and wretchedness,
Whereby it needs must punish its captives, cherish not
