To Bihar's soil, my reverence I send,
My name, Amir Ali, a Sultan's blend.
Generous hearts, and spirits strong and bold,
Like tempered steel, a story to be told.
Fearless we stand, with voices clear and bright,
Reigning within hearts, bathed in inner light.
Dreams we lift, to skies they'll soar and roam,
We are Bihari, we are Bihar's home.
We are Bihari, we are Bihar's home.
In humble homes, where firm resolve takes hold,
Building futures, stories to unfold.
The heavens' expanse, we strive to bring near,
Lifting each other, dispelling every fear.
We rise ourselves, and lift the nation's name,
Our hearts' true words, we do not hide in shame.
This truth we hold, a burden we embrace,
We are Bihari, in this sacred space.
We are Bihari, we are Bihar's home.
Within us lies, the wisdom's radiant gleam,
Nalanda's honor, a vibrant, flowing stream.
Nalanda's honor, eternally in sight,
Silk's silken name, a beacon shining bright.
Silk's silken name, a whispered, sacred sound,
Our first President, from our fertile ground.
Upon our chests, the Ashoka Chakra flies,
A hundred truths, in our loving eyes.
We are Bihari, of love we are the priests,
We are Bihari, at life's eternal feasts.
We are Bihari, we are Bihar's home.
Generous hearts, and riders of the foam,
We are Bihari, and forever roam.
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