When the toll of the evil rises,
When the noble men is sought to no mercy from their distraught
When the creation is hastened ‘up’ to meet its creator
When humanity is at its peril,
When seeing the next dawn in a single piece is a boon
When life is altogether a rabble
I shall rise
To protect my kinsmen
To curb the uproar
To bring it under control
To evade the fear
For I am Sarathy, Parthasarathy
The leader to lead the man to fight against injustice
Undeterred by the path I follow
I shall lead the men astray
To the light of the guiding principle
The Philologist 