Here , above the eastern sea ,
Where the sun glows bright ,
Glorious and enchanting the sea of light
of hope and kind , a land of the people's unite
From the cast and creed , above all are free ,
Where the heaven dwells in the Himalayan hills .
The sweet morn songs brought down by light ,
Passed on to each , the water and breeze ,
The message it carries of the sweet morning ,
" we won the war , the empire so sweet " .
Hail , Hail , To the empire becon May live so long till the light thrive on ....
The marching band , the nature's call ,
On here we live and is all our love ,
The waves of the ocean of the mother water ,
Washed by the blood of our great martyrs .
The yellow heads swing by the air ,
To its stretch , is the nature's fare ,
Spotted castles of the rich and poor ,
To her extent , the starry sky is a mere .
Our mother we'll decorate , to the florid untouched , Liberty equality and for all is ace ,
Our mother immortal !!!