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Wake Up Sanatani - A Song

A song for sanatani to wake himself up, and fight back.


Aware. Become aware. For which you wake up. O Sanatani.

Make yourself able. Able to understand the truth of the past.

Dont be ignorant. Ignorant of genocides against your ancestors.

Be bold. Bold enough to speak against the fabricated lies.

Embrace. Embrace the glory of Sanatana Dharma. O Sanatani.


Dont be afraid. Dont be afraid to defend the defenseless.

Be strong. Strong enough to face the hidden oppressors.

Question. Question the arguments of hostile faiths.

Raise. Raise your voice to condemn false narratives.

Embrace. Embrace the glory of Sanatana Dharma. O Sanatani.


Be patient. Patient enough for which you will win.

Always. Always remember where you descended from.

Warriors. Spiritual masters. Great scholars. Revered artists.

Source. The Source of such extraordinary culture is your motherland.

Embrace. Embrace the glory of Sanatana Dharma. O Sanatani.


Embedded. Embedded are the secrets of nature in our rituals.

Contemplate.  Contemplate the works of revered gurus.

Never. Never be fooled by the shallow teachings of occidental credences.

Learn. Learn enough to defeat the barbaric & retrogressed ideas.

Embrace. Embrace the glory of Sanatana Dharma. O Sanatani.


Be consistent. Be consistent in the practice of your sadhana.

Be relentless. Be relentless in protecting your dharma.

Be determined. Be determined to move forward in the face of adversity.

Live. Live & conduct your life like a true sanatani.

Embrace. Embrace the glory of Sanatana Dharma. O Sanatani.

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