Hail O! Bharathi ! on this divine day,
Spreading thy race, we could guess,
A Mahathmas face, you would impress,
In our Bapujis immortal clay.
Yes! Immortal his frame, as at his say, combine they,
Truth as frame, character as dress,
And on Ahimsas stick, laid he, his stress,
With us to walk and show us the way.
Gandhiji, in Bharaths freedom fight,
With rappel of love, he rallied his men,
With him to walk, yes, without a gun!
Glorious was our Gandhijis Ahimsa might,
Though men were there, many times ten,
Blood spilt none, yet, the battle was won!