When shadows fall and storms arise,
Still fix your gaze upon the skies.
Let doubt not dim what you must do—
Do your duty, firm and true.
No throne, no name, no grand applause,
Can match the worth of honest cause.
The ant may stumble, yet she'll renew—
Do your duty, firm and true.
The bee does not question the day,
She labours on, come what may.
Her wings may tire, her hours few—
Do your duty, firm and true.
The bird with grit returns each year,
To build again with love sincere.
No storm can shake her loyal view—
Do your duty, firm and true.
Stand in the fire, walk through rain,
Bear your trials, embrace the strain.
Let the world test what you pursue—
Do your duty, firm and true.
And when your path is hard to see,
Still hold the line of dignity.
The light will rise, and shine on you—
Do your duty, firm and true.
Susanta Pattnayak
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem