Glory to thee

The glory of my land is such 

that forever and ever its praise I can sing

the land of gold

as stories that have been told

of mighty mountains and perennial river

every iota of which is sacred and revered 

the sun, the moon, even a blade of grass 

is looked upon with reverence

the land of seers and venerable saints 

with knowledge of yore quaint 

bringing light to the world with elan

of the spiritual masters clan

glory to thee, my mother land 

 I bow down to thee for ever and ever.