This land of devotion, That leaves my heart heavy. Innocence of people in their eyes, Offering themselves effortlessly, Without thinking about returns.

Every time I witness this, My heart naturally bleeds, My eyes naturally tears, My hands naturally coming together, To bow down, to its people and this land.

All inappropriateness feels appropriate here, All imperfections seems perfect here, All illiterates acts wisely here, Adding the mud, heat and chaoticness to its beauty.

How can I explain Bharat in a word, Bharat means Mother to me. Forever in gratitude, I bow down!