Once we went on a journey br through a dense opaque fog. br Suddenly our path became illuminated br by the flash of light in horizon. br The smell of paddy floated in wind. br Forests got sonorous with the songs of birds. br Our hearts started floating br being altogether a wonderful picture of Nature. br br River! River! br br The clean flow of water, which our offspring showed us br raising their fingers with joy, is our soul. br It's the stream br which design our women weave their saris in. br It's the turn which inspires our sisters br to envelope their bodies with tortuous lines. br Behold the flow of holy water br whose sweet murmur immerse us in songs. br Lo and behold! br br It's the picture of the valley where we will go . br It has utterly devoured our hearts. br Wind of fairy tale is blowing on our flag ; br Future frequently oscillating our hope br like a golden pendulum. br Overflowed with joy, we have set out towards our dreams. br Sorrow never fatigues us. br On a stormy night we have turned our face br towards a bright day. br Troubles have not paralysed us. br We will go out br escaping the riddle of shout, cry and despair. br May Death touch not us. br br We will sow the grain seeds in the valley of dreams. br The water of silver river will flow on the left . br The sharp husky mountain will remain on the right.