O Russia, Motherland, the gods look down And smile upon your centuries of toil That paved the way for the great awakening To the Force that lay asleep within your soil
And in yourselves, mystic daughters and sons Who in the Hour of God have heard the call. O sacred land of suffering and pain Now the oppressor gone you shall install
Within your vast and offered heart the fire, The icon of the Lord whose voice is heard In soul and soul waking to the Light That breaks from Supermind, transforming Word
Of truth come down by the dual sacrifice: May the Master and the Mother guide your way. O People I embrace you in Their name, O blessed land accept my namaste.
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