Glory to thee! Of nations most enchanting,
To the land of prowess and sacrifice!
Where of them all, the most dreadful ,
the fear of death lay slayed and conquered!
Glory to thee, my beloved land!
where every drop of morbid blood red
and the sweat of torment shed,
lay sanctified in thy holy name !
Glory to thee and to thy children
for the gift of liberty thee has bestowed!
To this chaste fertile earth sanctified in
drops of courage juice dripped from void sin!
Glory to them all who fought
In thy holy name! Oh mother,
thy children ever loyal! In whom it gushes
in those veins the very love for thee rushes!
Glory to this land with flowing rivers
of abundance, of diversity! To the
birth-land of Ahimsa! To thee mother,
Where enemies were conquered with Non- violence!
Glory to thee who radiates tranquility,
even if the entire world savages in warfare!
Glory to thee who soars high in the thirst for knowledge
whose children seeking the truth!
Glory to thee on whose lap rest
they the children of truth, guides,
the sparkling, shimmering rays of
hope, of wisdom, of eternity!
Glory to thee, where pitch darkness
is dispelled away by intense luminosity!
Oh mightiest, let thy might enhance
with thy children ever serving generosity!
Glory to this land of saints!
Of god-men and divine mentors!
Whose words strike the soul's center!
Whose experience a parable timeless!
Glory to my beloved Bhaarath (India)!
The very abode of respectability!
The treasure of all knowledge!
The crown of immateriality!
To the land of prowess and sacrifice!
Where of them all, the most dreadful ,
the fear of death lay slayed and conquered!
Glory to thee, my beloved land!
where every drop of morbid blood red
and the sweat of torment shed,
lay sanctified in thy holy name !
Glory to thee and to thy children
for the gift of liberty thee has bestowed!
To this chaste fertile earth sanctified in
drops of courage juice dripped from void sin!
Glory to them all who fought
In thy holy name! Oh mother,
thy children ever loyal! In whom it gushes
in those veins the very love for thee rushes!
Glory to this land with flowing rivers
of abundance, of diversity! To the
birth-land of Ahimsa! To thee mother,
Where enemies were conquered with Non- violence!
Glory to thee who radiates tranquility,
even if the entire world savages in warfare!
Glory to thee who soars high in the thirst for knowledge
whose children seeking the truth!
Glory to thee on whose lap rest
they the children of truth, guides,
the sparkling, shimmering rays of
hope, of wisdom, of eternity!
Glory to thee, where pitch darkness
is dispelled away by intense luminosity!
Oh mightiest, let thy might enhance
with thy children ever serving generosity!
Glory to this land of saints!
Of god-men and divine mentors!
Whose words strike the soul's center!
Whose experience a parable timeless!
Glory to my beloved Bhaarath (India)!
The very abode of respectability!
The treasure of all knowledge!
The crown of immateriality!
