Years of pain, relentless rain
Symbolize the end of Britain
Salutations to those noble souls
Whoever flushed out those very fouls
A new morning gave rise to an identity.
An assertion of individuality, prosperity, and dignity
Fresh swells of optimism, calm, and peace
Ahimsa and unity brought them to their knees.
Oh, my marvelous culture and civilization
An epitome of love and inspiration
Even though I was not born then,
When oppression ended and dirt washen.
When rivers, mountains, deserts, pastures
Rain, snow, clouds, and winds
When trees, plants, animals, birds
And when a Manavam
Breathe the air of freedom
And jubilantly yelled VANDE MATARAM.