We cry for thee, We live for thee.
You are my magnificent and adorable language.
I am blind without you.
And I am unable to discriminate right and wrong.
You are here with me and ready to give nectar of righteousness.
You are my land, You are my language.
You are my mother.
Let me serve you for ever.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem