Cry Of The Ganges
O daughter of Gangotri ! , Ganges is thy name
Thou fondle the Himalayas and the plains
Nectar of Gods , thy water’s so pristine
Bringer of hope , O thou redeemer of sins !
In thy holy waters is found
The essence of our culture so profound
In thy waters pure and refined
Dwells the immortal spirit of divine.
O Ganges ! Doesn’t thy soul mourn
At the filth that’s in thy waters thrown?
Doesn’t thy heart shatter and tear
They call thee mother , yet can’t hear !
Heartless are they and they can’t hear
Canst they differ betwixt thy waters and tears?
Don’t they know who bathe to escape all sins
… -‘Adorning a mother’s eye with tears is the sinnest of sins!’