Shivaji The Great Liberator

O KING SHIVAJEE !

In what far-off country,
Upon what obscure day
I know not now,
Seated in the gloom of—
Some Mahratta mountain-wood
O King Shivajee,
Lighting thy brow,
Like a lightning flash,
This thought descended
(upon you) —
“Into one virtuous rule,
This divided,
Broken,
Distracted India,
I shall bind.”