Of my country, I have boasted

Of my country, I have humbly boasted,
I will ever humbly boast
For she, my own, I proudly own
I cannot for another disown.

On land I daily marvel at her beauty
I sing her songs delightfully
From the air, I’ve seen her falls
Her wild untamed
Her rivers, creeks, waterways many
She is mine to embrace
The land that satisfies my heart.

And when  I see my love in tears
I gently wipe away her  tears
Hug her to my heart and whisper
Weep not, my darling, weep not, my love,
Weep not, my pet, my gold,
You are not made for tears
Behold yourself in the mirror of life
You are too beautiful  to be anything
But beautiful.

Krishna Nand Prasad