Land oh land!
Sustainer of the living,
Keeper of the dead,
Master foundation on which the
universe sits,
Beginning and the ending of all
creations and man,
The creator made you.
Oh land!
The creator made you
Just for man and man for you
You feed man till he is hungry no
more
And willingly allow him an eternal
place of rest,
Right in your bosom,
At the dusk of his journey.
Land!
A nature, ambivalent in nature,
The glow on faces that deal
hand-in-hand and
A cloud on others’ that deal
frowardly,
You are never bias, you only give back
what man gives.
You concede man’s wastes to give his
aids.
An invaluable companion you are.
The creator made you for man and man
for you.
Sweet land!
The creator made you
To make man.
You remain a friend never to be
deserted
You feed man while he tills you
How more compatible can you both be
To make a survival?
