From the sacred banks, where Ganges
Pours its strong, majestic flood,
From Himalaya's mountain ranges
Come the strains of brotherhood;
Brotherhood's fraternal strain,
Which the West shouts back again.
In the warmth of love's embraces,
Brothers all of every tongue,
Of all colours, ranks, and races,
To one family belong;
Marching on their various road,
Children of a common God.