For All Nations Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

For all nations

O my glorious day
When will I sing and say?
Few words to my brethren
When comes my turn

I am impatient
That is my feeling at present
Many days are still left
The tempo at heart is to be kept

I shall sing
And bring
Melody to all
With universal call

O dear people
Give nod to struggle
Only peace and harmony
To many countries

We inhale spirit
And feel fit
Same for all nations
And have good relation