The footprints of He Himself shaped It's soil.
It is that Entity, to it's refugees very loyal.
An Entity unmatched by any,
Though It's competitors are many.
Yes! It's my Desh; It is my beautiful India!
The mighty, bucolic Himalayas guarding the north!
The wavy waters, lurching the coasts, back and forth!
The beautiful west, the sweltering deserts!
The ecstatic Ganges, the soft corner in people's hearts!
Yes! It's my Desh; It is my beautiful India!
The many millenniums old culture,
With the ever awaited., more-blissful future.
The country with antiquity and modern propriety.
The ever enchanting, the euphoric society.
Yes! It's my Desh; It is my beautiful India!
A country with a history, extremely old!
A country with people's hearts, dazzling like gold!
People of that brilliant stature,
With such excelling etiquette behavior.
Yes! It's my Desh; It is my beautiful India!
The rivers that are worshiped as Deities!
The mighty mountains seen as the refuge for the Holy Cities!
The gorgeous ghats, embellished with rain;
Those that're sumptuous and possess a grandeur terrain!
Yes! It's my Desh; It is my beautiful India!
How lucky are we, to be born here!
It's likely because we're His dear.
The land of everlasting joy, never-fading flowers,
Of serenity and austerity and This is totally ours!
Yes! It's my Desh; It is my beautiful India!
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