BARD OF THE NATION! O bard of the nation! Your magical journey is done; The caravan has conquered all the hearts, the honour you, winning; The masses are near, the voice is echoing, the natives all rejoicing, All eyes eagerly fixed on you, the air gloomy and grim: But O eyes and ears! Eyes and ears! Ears and eyes! O the moving breaths of life stopped, Where on the stature my Mahakavi lies, Sleeping cold and dead. O BARD OF THE NATION! O bard of the nation! Get up and listen to the voices with passion; Get up- for you, the audience is eager- for you the words trills; For you garlands and decorated stage- for you the air shrills; For you they clap, the convincing crowd, their gloomy faces turning dim; Here Mahakavi! Greatest lyrist! The voice that mesmerized million with the sound; Some bad seen that fallen on the stand sans resist, You are sleeping cold and dead. O BARD OF THE NATION! O bard of the nation! The Mahakavi does not sing, his face is pale and no motion; The national bard does not feel any touch nor has he will or pulse; The voyage is driven in style and sound, won and stopped the cruise; From fiery excursion, the winner's vessel reaches in with purpose win; Take pride, O stage, and audience, O chimes! But I, with woeful head, Pace the floor my Bard lies, Sleeping cold and dead. Mahakavi: The greatest post or the poets' poet. Neeraj: Dr.Gopal Das Neeraj, popularly known as Neeraj who died on Thursday, July 19,2018, in Delhi, India. He was the recipient of Padma Bhushan. Caravan: Group of travellers
(photo credit: The Jerusalem Post)