Hari Bhakta Katuwal
I have just arrived, mother!
Seeking your warm lap;
bestow me with love
I am hungry for it.
Dipping my hands in the holy water of the Bagmati1
I have sworn never to leave you again
with fistful soil of my holy motherland
I am going to atone for my crimes
until these days, I wandered aimlessly without an heir
just enduring the repugnance and rebuke of others
Wherever I was – I was your son only.
My eyes reflected your gentle face
your blood flowed through my heart and liver
the story of your glory was widespread
in my enthusiasm and zeal!
I got to call you ‘mother’
Standing amidst millions of bright offspring of yours
I have raised both hands towards the sky
desire is running in these arms:
may I do something for you!
Your pride is our existence mother!
May I lay my life for you!
Translated from Nepali by Sibu Dhakal