There\'s some corner of a foreign field,
where everyone is bield.
A dust whom India bore, shaped and made aware,
where we breathe the same air.
Gave her flowers to love her ways to roam,
washed by the rivers, blessed by suns of home.
And this heart, all evil shed away,
Somewhere gives back the thoughts by India given.
A pulse in the entire heart and mind is no less,
And laughters learnt of friends and gentleness.
India a motherland, became like Helen,
In hearts at peace, under a united country like heaven.
But most of all, express your thanks,
For every soldier\'s biggest and personal sacrifice.
In order to save our country,
They risked their entire lives.