We are the daughters of the land of liberation. Singing and dancing over slopes and hills, Beside sparkling fountains and streams. We play the whole day long with kadama and pulash flowers, Along lanes lined with shady mahuá trees. We weave garlands into our hair, Walking on the meandering forest paths. The forest deer rejoice to see Our joyful song and dance. We are the blessed daughters of Parama Puruśa.