Extinguished Ethnic Values

On the land, 

where the gentle wind of sincerity blows,

 Where Mother Ganga and Yamuna softly flow,

 Directing the breeze of care and comfort 

To the valleys of brotherhood and unity.

On the land where Masjids can freely rise,

 Where temples can proudly stand,

 A buried Shiva in the esteemed Babari ruins 

Crushing principles of sincerity,

 and slamming the doors of secularism shut.

Then, it began to stir the serene sea of solace,

 And made the storms of inequality fiercely rage.