Our beauteous hills, green, blue mountains,
Canopied with flowering trees;
How satisfying to behold,
With its gentle breezes kissing.
Our lovely hills, our sweet abode,
A land we always sing its praises;
Keep on blooming for us, we pray,
O land of harmony.
Home of myriads of nesting birds,
Habitat of wild animals;
The flapping of hornbills over hills,
Providing heavenly music.
The cascading sounds of clear brooks,
Murmuring through up hills and dales-
With shrill notes of the cicadas
Enthralling the sweet autumn air.
The sky is as blue as the deep,
Moon and stars are shining lovelier;
The souls inhabiting the hills
Sing together in harmony.
(Rough translation by the author/composer from Hmar. Delhi, February 11, 2014. Unfortunately, the translation cannot carry even half of the ethereal beauty of the original).