To all the places I’ve been,
To all the places I will discover,
I bow my head to praise, the Almighty and his follower!
Each abode clutching a secret, a mystery of its own, plunging you to stroll and unroll the cloak.
The bewitching skies, the lovesome gardens, the stately buildings and astounding arena,
can any of these outplace the peace, the tranquility of my home – its habitual carol and cozy ballerina?
Regardless of the many lanes I pass on an ordinary day,
at night, my Home is where I’m certain to find my way!
A home bird is what you may hail me,
without eschewing I’ll voice, “My every string is attached to thee”.
For all the miraculous places I’ll drive, my heart will remain sealed solely to my home – my tribe!