Translation: H.R. Chandrasekhar Celebrations forever, Oh mother, your celebrations are eternal
In the brilliance of the Jog falls,
In the bobbing ears of corn on the shores of Tunga In the rich mineral ores by the lofty peaks of Sahyadri hills In your evergreen forests with teak and sandal wood trees Celebrations forever, Oh mother, your celebrations are eternal In the frozen history of your many kingdoms In the rows of stone tablets singing thy past glory In the richness of palm-leaf manuscripts and the sculptured temple walls Celebrations forever, Oh mother, your celebrations are eternal
Your greatness seeks no approval, nor it demands pedigree
Your land abounds in love, virtue and character This New Year brings a generous gift of joy Celebrations forever, Oh mother, your celebrations are eternal
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