In the land of Gods and mystic pines
Exotic rhythm and beauty divine
Catch the heavens - Mounts so high
Bask in the glory of bright blue skies
Breathe in the aroma of air pristine
Sooth your soul in the blanket 'o green
Where musky fragrance of moist ground
and sweet symphony of natis abound
Where people live and don't exist
Where love is first and money - second on the list
Where naive mortals don't kill for a dime
Where faith and hope are objectives prime
Where cultural roots are still intact
and customs and values sacrosanct
Nothing defies the camaraderie we share
The pillar of trust so staunch and rare
I bow down to the legacy of the land
May himachalis conquer and achieve wonders grand.
