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!