The Golden Rays of Dawn

Each year the dawn of Auroville grows bright

With promise as we look toward the morn,

Throwing back the curtains of the night

To gaze upon the golden rays of dawn.

Gathered in the silent morning, still

And focused on the need for unity

We seek the measure of that Guiding Will

As its symbol rises from the Bengal sea.

We must realize the Oneness that we are

And in the silence feel the vast descent

Of God; the hour is no longer far

For the veil of falsehood now is rent

And all that we have longed-for is come near.

Warriors we, shall face the brightening year

With courage and our hearts no longer fear

The voice that whispers sweetly to the ear,

"From evil and deceit you shall be free

If you but learn to love and worship me."