Let the colours of Holi be printed
In our hearts
All our evils be perished
From our carts.
The fragrance of love be spread
From door to door
Let our country rise high;
Disrespect to the women no more.
Let’s take an oath
Before the Holy fire
For country’s sake we’ll live
And for its progress we aspire.
All the powers that suck our country
I wish they be defeated
And on the country’s high posts
Active and honest men be seated.