To the almighty blessed my motherland
among the radiance of the sky.
Where the mesmerising mighty rivers cut its
the path along the soil of Jharkhand.
From their golden rays are blessed
the golden harvest of the autumn.
The birds fly chipping all over the
green fields with freedom.
The flowery groove of the forests and the river's
bay all open their fragrance to be scattered
by the playful wind.
The mirror waterfalls fall on the rocks
to get the blessing.
With the high headed mountains raised
and the clouds of the radiance floats all above.
Bless are the sons and daughters of yours.
Bless are those sacrifice whose blood have
touch your soil.
Bless are the brotherhood,
Bless is the state of Jharkhand
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A beautifully conceived patriotic song glorifying the manifestations of the bountiful nature that enhance the beauty of the soil of the motherland. Thanks for sharing.10 points.