High - my mother,
High - my motherland,
High - my mother tongue.
No taste of life
Without mother,
Staying far from motherland,
Getting no scope to utter
The pious mother tongue.
The three are three gods,
The creator - mother,
To make me grow with all
Necessities - motherland,
To make me know easily,
My mother tongue.
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