How much do I love you?
How much do I love you Oh mother what am I without you? Blessed are we to be born In your blessed soil never felt forlorn You are of civilization the cradle Your purity and perfection are to others a riddle Beautiful forests, mountains and streams are all over Why go to heaven, You are of happiness the bestower Your holy soil produced the Vedas With relish took incarnations did the Devas The lord manifested again and again As saints, Sadgurus and Avatars in your divine region The children you reared Never any land invaded Only came out messengers of peace From this beautiful place Barbarians came into your divine land They too were blessed by your bountiful hand Oh mother you are like a river pure For both good and bad, quenches thirst sure Or like a bountiful tree Which gives fruits when stoned for free Why should you be victimized oh mother? By the devil to the west and to his east his brother? Their agents are crawling all over Why dost thou give them shelter? Your own children are ...