Before the glance of the West with its
pride of power, its traders rolling in luxury,
and its pomp and wealth, do not,
O sons of Bharat, feel ashamed to wear
your plain white garb and to live
your simple life with mein noble and calm.
Listen not to what they say,
keep your priceless treasure
in your heart, let it rest
on your brow as an invisible crown.
That which looks large and has been heaped high,
let it not overwhelm you, and do not
prostrate yourselves before it.
Place your free soul on the throne
of poverty, filling your mind
with the leisure of want.
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