Snowy 'Himavat' protects from
Chilling Siberian wind so cold.
Ganga, Narmata, Godavari from
Barrenness of our soil; hold.
Luck of my soul ever be here
Where guns, grenades fail;
Soul realizes souls sans fear
Living together, My Land hail.
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