Make mine the empire in an alien land

Which welcomes the thief from an old Rajasthan

Make the numbers turn over and the eyes gaze around

As the food of the harvest of pure thought abounds



Eerie stands the myth of a man who's called

The saviour of souls with their life faith restored

On wings of love from here we can depart



Hey maybe, in the world of our dreams

There's freedom from anguish, that comes in between

Cause hate is the avenue that leads to ill health

Springs from a memory of injured oneself



Oh! Live with a body, a body alive!