Hope not prosperity,
Dear men, by assigning
And giving importance
To foreign language,
Foreign men,
Colour of turmeric,
They are not yours,
Not for you.
Know your own virtues,
Know your land,
Respect your own mother,
Do your own duty,
Towards your ancestors,
See the development of
Your own sons and daughters.
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