Celebrations forever, Oh mother, your celebrations are eternal

In the brilliance of the Jog falls,
In the bobbing ears of corn on the shores of Tunga
In the rich mineral ores by the lofty peaks of Sahyadri hills
In your evergreen forests with teak and sandal wood trees
Celebrations forever, Oh mother, your celebrations are eternal

In the frozen history of your many kingdoms
In the rows of stone tablets singing thy past glory
In the richness of palm-leaf manuscripts
and the sculptured temple walls
Celebrations forever, Oh mother, your celebrations are eternal

Your greatness seeks no approval, nor it demands pedigree
Your land abounds in love, virtue and character
This New Year brings a generous gift of joy
Celebrations forever, Oh mother, your celebrations are eternal