Wayfarers took shelter in your gracious arms.
Seers and sages made your land divine.
Bestowing ancient text, with knowledge and charm,
With enigmatic beauty, my country, thou shine.
Salute to the countless patriotic souls,
To them, we bow under thy free sky.
With glory, the welkins chant galore
Legends of Bravehearts, that never die!
You rise from the dust again and again…
Crowning your glory from the past;
Enduring limitless suffering and pain
Still thy legendry stories, till today last.
Thy flag unfurls, fluttering in the breeze
Of the morning and the evening sky
Your children work hard so that you are at ease
Etching your name among the highest of high.
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