The love of paddy fields and mango groves,
Of lush green forests and mountains so high.
Of ancient temples and palaces,
Is running in my veins, I surmise.
Love for the Ganges and the Yamuna,
Of the Thar Desert and the Kerala backwaters.
I know deep down but cannot share,
My love is for all of it and more, today I must swear.
I love a land of incense and spices,
Of vibrant colors and cultures.
Of diverse people and traditions,
Of history and mythology.
I love her towering snowcapped mountains,
Her ancient cities so grand.
Her beauty and her mystery,
The sight of colorful saris and turbans.
A land of lush green forests,
Where monkeys swing from the trees;
Of mighty rivers that flow through,
The heart of my country.
A land of colorful festivals,
Where the people dance and sing,
The stories of the Gods and Goddesses,
And the sense of communion.
My emerald-hearted country,
Such a magical and mystical land.
Those who have not loved her,
Will never ever understand.
Though the earth holds many wonders,
Wherever I may die,
I know to what country
My homing thoughts will fly.
Today I may be far away,
My love for her is strong.
She will always be my home,
My heart, my soul, my song.
I will always be a proud Indian,
No matter where I might be.
My roots are still in India,
And my soul belongs to thee.
