My homeland

What a sweet homeland you have.

Herib is in your mother's eyes again.

How long have I been away,

Can I still forget,

Yet you are awake in my heart.

Cherished childhood such as youth,

Forget the favorite scene that Go Mann wants,

Every youth

Feel mixed involved,

Harry's favorite picture in memory again and again.

Calling you a mother without you,

When the desire is not matah nahi chite;

Ornaments,

I love you;

I don't want beautiful places with various ornaments.

My heavenly sweet homeland.