2010-0000 Song ‘Oh, Ancient People’ by Alla Kulkarni

Oh, ancient people, oh, ancient people, chosen by God,
Leave all your fears even when fate has brought tears.
Blessed by wit and blessed by wisdom - take your chance,
And for your cause, on the shafts the of rose, you do your dance.

Oh, ancient people, your sad laughter can burn the sea,
So, tune your soul to make the play joyful for all to see.
Marry in this drama a bee with the tiger, and eagle with a fish;
Let the rains cry and let the winds dance at your heart’s wish.

Refrain: So live and hope and laugh much more often at your fate!
By wind of hurricane forgive all wrongs done, and then celebrate!
Laugh at your enemies and laugh at yourself louder than all!
Blessed by love and cleansed by the blood of this holy laughter.

Oh, ancient people, as priests leaf though scriptures,
  you leaf though this age.
Now read the sky where stars are your wounds, and count page after page.
You were scorched by a wind, and burnt by the sun, and tamed by blame,
But the villains are mortal - the crooks come to perish, but the people
remain!

Refrain:
So live and hope and laugh much more often at your fate!
By wind of hurricane forgive all wrongs done, and then celebrate!
Laugh at your enemies and laugh at yourself louder than all!
Blessed by love and cleansed by the blood of this holy laughter.

Oh, ancient people, your sad laughter can burn the sea,
So, tune your soul to make the play joyful for all to see.
Marry in this drama a bee with the tiger, and eagle with a fish;
Let the rains cry and let the winds dance at your heart’s wish.