Soldiers

Oh! Defenders of borders

You are great sons of my land

When we are all asleep

You still hold on to your deed.

Windy season or snowy days

Or scorching sun’s sweltering rays

You are there guarding all the time awake

Treading the lonely expanses as Yogis.

Climbing the heights or striding the valleys

Defending the deserts and guarding the marshes

Surveillance in seas and by securing the air

Prime of your youth given to the nation!!

Wind chimes of my land vibrate your feat

We pray for you brave men!!

May the Lord bless you all!!