A land of beauty, land divine,
All the world’s beloved shrine;
Wisdom from beyond the ages,
Ruled by Kings and holy sages.
Soaked in sun’s resplendent rays,
Chanting bhajans (hymns of praise):
Washed by monsoons; fresh and pure,
Cleanst by healings’ mystic cure.
Land of Lions, Kings of beasts,
dining on Ma nature’s feasts;
Land of verdant speaking trees,
Steeped in yogic mysteries.
Land conquered and divided still,
All according to one’s fickle will;
Land of the poorest of the poor,
But rich with treasured souls aglow.
Land of golden deserts wide,
Dazzling with heritage pride;
Land of gardens; fragrant teas,
Land of oceans and silver seas.
Backwaters of the lush, green south,
feeding from the river’s mouth;
Crowned with mountains at the north,
whence holy rivers doth springforth.
Blessed India, God’s own land,
handcrafted by His holy hand.