For Our Language Poem by Gajanan Mishra

1.

For our language,
We are ready to die.
For our mother,
We are ready to die.
For our earth,
We are ready to die.
Let the earth
Go round and round
But in peace.
Let our language of
Love spread all over
The earth.
Let our mother smile by
Discover the truth in us.

2.

Fragrance is there,
Pure fragrance,
In our own earth.
Life is there,
In our language.

I am the pure fragrance
Of the mother
In the shape of language.
Stay with me, my dear,
Talk with me,
Smell me,
I am the lustre in fire,
I am there in the fixed-star.
I am here to drive out the dark.

3.

See combustion
In my language,
The essence of my words.
My words are here
With me like fire.

Life power is there
In the language of
The mother.
And the earth
Is the effect
Of the language.

Let us use our words,
In love, in truth
For all good.

4.

My language, my words
Are the seeds of all,
All beings are here
In my words, in my language,
On this earth.
My language of love
Makes others stay in peace
In eternal form.
Divine glory is there
With the mother.
Truth is the main pillar
Here in this life and
It is there in the language
Of the mother.