Kshatriya

Worker of divine will and mandate of heaven

Kshatriya thou master of the chaos that thou art

Enduring the spear without agony

As the knightly horse who rarely feels the master's whip

Attending to the only order timeless and unauthored

The sentry of his arms, who sees without sight

Servant of the hammer of eternity's execration

With the blood-stained hands of a healer and a king - and a king

Attendees to madness, they who light the great black fire

Wherein one day nigh they will be cast

While the kshatriya lights the Self-ignited flame

To burn alive their hollow, craven hope of peace

Those ripe to bring ruin to the world of profane creation

Around whom such is an immortal silence born

A greater silence when the dawn of fire comes

Mere instruments of a boundless will divine

Thus spoke the sun: "Tasmat tvam uttishta!"

The heavy burden of the earth, thou justly cast to desolation

Kshatriya thou master of the ascesis of power

Standing upon mountains, as the sorrowful look on in mourning

By a will transhuman, raise a prayer to total war