In plain words
Do not cry, little one, do not cry, my dear! If you cry, they will not call you a hero of Bhārata ... lullaby ... lullaby ... Because Hitler the killer, upon deathless Russia, has marched in attack, did you cry in fright? ... lullaby ... lullaby ... To kill Hitler there is the Red Army, there is Stalin the hero; do not cry ... lullaby ... lullaby ... Why else, my little one, do you cry like this? Did you cry because the people have no unity? United, the people will all join together and fight, and they can win freedom; do not cry ... lullaby ... lullaby ...
Who are these, Hitler and Stalin? What is the Red Army? How does this boy know all these things? the people wondered greatly. They printed this song in leaflets and handed it out from village to village. The meeting went off as a great success. They brought me shirts, shorts and towels. Right in front of them I gave these away to the children. “I did not write for a reward. I wrote to encourage you,” I said, and sent them away. From then on many leaders came, asking me to write songs about their own parties. I said: “Writing in this way will cause much division among the parties. So I will not write. I have no connection with any party. All parties are mine! All are mine! I belong to all!” From then on I gave up writing. In fact, these days I do not write even bhajan songs. I do not write articles in Sanātana Sārathi either. Poor Kasturi would come to me: “Swami, unless your name is there, this Sanātana Sārathi will not succeed. You must write without fail,” he would plead.
At school the students loved me as their very life. I too was full of Prema towards the students.