Beloved elder brother, so dear,
Beloved younger brother, held near,
Never seen, nor heard, such valor's grace,
You'll do as duty shall embrace.
Beloved, beloved, elder, so grand,
Beloved, younger, within this land.
Why should a mother's heart not bloom?
You are a son, dispelling gloom,
Why should a mother's heart not bloom?
A hundred sons, within this room!
Of Mithila, you craft a scene,
A mighty brow, a fallen queen,
Yes, a mighty brow, an elephant's fall,
Heroes' hero, answering duty's call,
So great you are, in strength you stand,
Beloved, beloved, throughout the land.
The Devas wrote of sons like you,
No god compares to mother's view,
Who fulfills the mother's desire,
Who fulfills the mother's fire,
These sons are like the gods above,
Like Drona, Bhishma, strength and love.
Beloved, beloved, elder, so grand,
Beloved, younger, within this land.
Drums resound, with pearls they gleam,
A jeweled canopy, a regal dream,
Drums resound, with pearls they gleam,
A jeweled canopy, a regal dream,
High bonds you break, with joyful might,
Happiness reigns, a glorious light,
High bonds you break, with joyful might,
Happiness reigns, a glorious light.
Banners wave, with honor's crest,
A life of joy, divinely blessed.
Beloved, beloved, elder, so grand,
Beloved, younger, throughout the land,
Never seen, nor heard, such valor's grace,
You'll do as duty shall embrace.
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