I am the carefreeness of the wild flower,
The madness of a gypsy defines me,
Like the fragrance of kasturi I can haunt you
Yet unexplainable I remain
I am the intelligence of the sages,
The patience of a mother characterises me,
Like lightening I can strike you,
Yet a mystery I am
They tried to confine me,
Behind shackles of chains,
Tried to silence me,
Amidst explosions of bombs.
Yet, infinite and everlasting
In each birth I reincarnate
Life is what I am.