Let us meet

Those who love beef

let them eat

Those who enjoy fruits and roots

let them feast

let them meet with their own faiths, with belief.

The Sun and the Moon will rise

The Autumn and the Spring connect

The night and the day don’t surprise

If only those books were to resurrect.

Those who fight for wrong or right

let them

Those who want to pray in whichever way

let them

Those who love those who don’t

let them write what they want to say.

The Sun and the Moon will rise

The Autumn and the Spring connect

The night and the day don’t surprise

If only those books were to resurrect.

Those who drink let them drink

Those who were sarees, skirts

Those who smoke, go to pubs

Those who are teetotalers,

 frequent satsang hubs

Those who lust, do yoga or aerobics
Those who belong to any party or politics

let them be and let them so

Those who don’t let them know

The judging eye is closed to show

The knot is tight, yet ready to go.
For in the moral mural painted so tense

The sublime chanting 'Sarbé Bhavantu Sukhinah'
sings no sense.

The Sun and the Moon will rise

The Autumn and the Spring connect

The night and the day don’t surprise

If only those books were to resurrect.

Whether we’re Hills or Mountains

Cows or Pigs, Rivers or Lakes

Icebergs or Snowflakes

Deserts or Beaches, Storms or Rains

The ball has a place for all

Have the right to their pies

Wish the books as Rantable to synergise

For those who love and don’t fear to fall

The Sun and the Moon will rise

The Autumn and the Spring connect

The night and the day don’t surprise

If only those books were to resurrect.

Let people eat, drink what they like

Let them be what they want to be

Nature is to love also those unlike

To judge them not and set them free.

The Sun and the Moon will rise

The Autumn and the Spring connect

The night and the day don’t surprise

If only those books were to resurrect.