Oh, my motherland.

She now lies bare with pains of destruction on her lands.

She sees her once ever refreshing flowing water bodies turning into mud.

She cries with sounds and echoes of torture, 

yet she has no one to help her out.

An agony of pain and a symphony of great displeasure is seen in her voice,

yet she remains unheard.

Her heart beats and cries of her pain.

Who will clean the tears and pains of our motherland?

She hears the heartbeat of her land being destroyed,

And listening to the tears of her water bodies.

She breaks down and gnashes in pain.

Yet no one minds her.

Her water bodies gush out for breath yet finds none.

Her forest reserves plead for shelter yet on it are bottomless pits dug. 

Who will hear these woes of our motherland?

Our motherland only has one plea 

And all her plea is to be saved for posterity.

Save our motherland.