My land of poets humming with seven voices
The rain of colors used to be here
The land of my beloved poets is such a lovely colour.
The land of my poets swelled with fragrance
And the land of my poets, adorned with the white crown of the Himalayas.
This world is smelling of its sweet fragrance
May my head be raised with pride by renewing my head in the land of poets.
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