Dedicated to our motherland; a heaven on earth – Nepal
A Tribute to James Shirley 1596-1666 - “Death the Leveller” (In Quotes and Italics)
The guns have fallen silent
Now speak we not of war,
Or years of blood and turmoil
Nor our brotherhood from scars.
Rise must we in great unity
To dwell above the times;
And peace be it that we protect
And defend we must with our lives.
The ranks and files of Red and Green
are but closed chapters of history.
Aren’t we all but one family?
And unite can’t we for our glory?
The King and the Crown might’ve lost its might
But what faith do we hold on our leaders?
It is they that we must put to the test of times
Or history will ne’er forgive us.
“The glories of our blood and state
Are shadows, not substantial things;
There is no armour against fate;
Death lays his icy hands on kings:
Sceptre and crown
Must tumble down,
And in the dust be equal made
With the poor crooked scythe and spade.”
The guns have fallen silent
Of great battles that we fought
And tales of valor, of loss or victory
Are but a shameful shadowy past.
Decades they raped and plundered fields
Of our very homes indeed;
Not right nor wrong do I see in them
Forgive all, I pray to thee.
The sands of time have been proven right
That fate can be a twist.
Victory lies in every national’s right
To live, to sleep and dream in peace.
To live, to sleep and dream in peace.
Forget we must of our gory past
And lives that we must now lead
May it be so overflowing with love
And ne'er a crimson sky we'll see.
“Some men with swords may reap the field,
And plant fresh laurels where they kill;
But their strong nerves at last must yield—
They tame but one another still:
Early or late
They stoop to fate,
And must give up their murmuring breath
When they, pale captives, creep to death."
The guns have fallen silent
Our nations blessed with a new hope
To fill us with love and compassion
Not of hatred, powder and smoke.
Peace we yearned and peace it is
Let us all grow, nurture and flourish
And bring new harvests of success
sowing seeds of good deeds.
Leaders! I ask ye to heed us now
Not trumpet your own glory.
And do the right and needful things
And paint us a better story.
The ravaged times shall we put behind
Not wanting we be found in faith
If the nation has spoken
God bless us all and so be it.
“The garlands wither on your brow:
Then boast no more of your mighty deeds;
Upon Death’s purple altar now
See where the victor-victim bleeds.
Your heads must come
To the cold tomb:
Only the actions of the just
Smell sweet, and blossom in their dust."
