I have seen the Palaces of London;
And mademoiselle excited and independent.
And I have seen the beautiful cities of Italy;
Red Graphs, Red Wine and Red Roses.
I have seen the angels of Paris;
Sweet in character and dialogue-like Bulbul (songbirds).
I have seen, I have seen large towns in the US;
Cities with towers that reaches to the heavens.
I have seen Taj-the palace, blooming bud of flower;
The beautiful cities of Dehli and Mughals.
But When I look at my own house of mud;
Palaces and beautiful heavens slip from my memory.
These narrow streets of my village;
Prior to it, what are those beautiful cities?
When a tawny brother embrace you;
The artistry of foreign will fade from your mind.
Oh God, I am grateful, grateful, and grateful;
That I am arisen in this Nation.
I swear, swear, and swear, I will abandon paradise;
If I fail to experience the rudeness of my nation there.
The Place where I belong…