Written by Sakar Poudel
Down the valley, over the hills
Near the cascades, beside the mills.
Hear the nightingale, spring they bring
Feel the glory, patriot a being.
East to West and North to South;
Never have I retarded shouting aloud;
Save the nation, lead it to peace;
Never mind getting wet catching a fish.
Listen hey youths! Gold is in your land
Effort is in your unity getting it refined.
Leave solitude behind, unity is the most.
Freedom is your wealth and illiteracy is the pest.
“NIX” is invincible in youths’ joint power;
Beat trumpet of peace as loud and thunder.
Then hear the skylarks, on them they sing;
Fell the glory patriot a being.