O’ the mighty land, The magnificent force that dares to divide the union of the great oceans, The bounteous spirit that shelters and cradles the might of the flesh,
O’ the glorious flesh, The shrine that nurtures the serenity of life, The solemn devotee whose labour forms the eminence of the land,
It is your marriage that manifests the social, The relation that preserves eternal peace,
But within your kingdom evil has taken refuge, Beings of the abstract who aspire tyranny and oppression, They are illusions of the mind that corrupts and poisons the essence of the flesh, They are agents of chaos who dismember the land for mere profit and pleasure,
They may be called God by few, class and caste by others, But are cockroaches in reality, They move through the gutters and feed off the rotten, They are difficult to kill but once killed is a relief to all!
