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 not for you bothered
They do not care that you are bruised and battered

Oh mother, I pledge to you my life
For you I will with my best strive

I will not allow the weak and the selfish
To rob your culture with relish

I pray to you oh mother divine
For I get strength from your form benign

My love for you is boundless
May your reign as world power be endless

--Utthishta Bharata! Jai Hind!

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