Hello mountains my old friend,

I am coming permanently to be with you again,

The birds are soaring high and are calling,

Rivers are flowing slow, for me they are stalling,

And the tigers are going to be near by,

So that is where I am meant to be,

The Land, lovingly called Dev-bhoomi.

Mountains going topsy-turvy, high and low,

In colours purple, green and golden morning glow,

Leopards basking on a boulder just behind,

Masheer swimming in sizes nowhere else you can find,

And the sal and cedar trees touching the sky,

So that is where I am meant to be,

The Land, lovingly called Dev-bhoomi.

Sharmili, sad that I was not there before you were gone,

Your progeny will be near and may they be for long,

Cheetals, barking deer and ghorals galloping,

Owls, falconets and eagles their wings flapping,

And the hawk-cuckoo flying high,

So that is where I am meant to be,

The Land, lovingly called Dev-bhoomi.

Family and friends, if you are ever passing by,

If you want, do come for a drink and to say Hi!

We can sit near the river and sing songs,

Of our childhood days or tiger reserves we have gone,

And about coming happy days and wildlife concerns,

So that is where I am meant to be,

The Land, lovingly called Dev-bhoomi.

Mitts Bijjli and Shubha my dear friends,

I will miss being with you both every moment and then,

The hugs, the laughter, the tears and the bitching,

The crazy times I used to sing and you would be flinching,

And flying kisses to strangers standing by,

But that is where I am meant to be,

The Land, lovingly called Dev-bhoomi.