My self, the self is all to me,
The body, whither it goes what care I,
If tossed here and there or left to die.
I am Freedom’s Self; let the body as salt-sea spray
Be dashed hither and thither or up and away
Come on, ye pleasures, come on, ye pains,
To me ye are equal/ the same, the same.
The Sun lights the gardens as well as the waste,
Alike I do light all changes of fate.
Vast ocean of heavens blue, pure and high,
Is ne’er affected, clouds rise and die.
Life or death and health or disease,
In me like vapours rise, play, and do cease.
The straight line of youth and the curves of age,
Are surface figures on me as a page.
Success or failure makes no difference to me,
For I am free, I am free I am free.
All planets, suns and stars and skies,
Leaves far behind and higher flies
My twineless kite of Liberty free.
With full breast sing I songs of glee
I am free, I am free, I am free,
The world, the world is naught to me. RAMA OM