Land where the Himalayan monal-Dānfé soar,
Where Everest’s crown meets heaven’s door,
There stands a land of warriors, proud and free,
The thunder of their hearts beats wild and free.
From Kirati kings who first claimed these hills,
To Prithvi’s dream that conquered earthly ills,
Unfurling one flag o’er valleys torn apart,
He forged a nation with his lion heart.
Through Gorkha’s cry that echoed through the glen,
“The khukuri rises—who are mortal men?”
At Nalapani, Kalunga’s sacred ground,
Where eighty stood, and empires tumbled down.
O brave Balbhadra, steadfast in your post,
Against the thundering British host,
You taught the world that Nepali blood runs deep,
That promises are ones we always keep.
Through Jung Bahadur, reformer of his age,
Who sent his youths to wisdom’s pilgrimage,
And opened Nepal to the waiting world,
While ancient roots in sacred soil lay curled.
When freedom’s dawn broke on the Asian shore,
You banished Rana rule forevermore,
The people’s voice rose like the morning sun,
“Democracy! Thy will at last be done!”
Through Maoist storms and monarchy’s decline,
You chose the ballot over battle line,
Forgiving wounds that lesser hearts would keep,
You built a republic while the world did sleep.
See now your daughters scaling Everest’s height,
Breaking the ceiling, claiming frozen light,
From Pasang Lhamu to the peaks above,
You climb with courage, you climb with love.
Your sons in Qatar’s heat and Malaysia’s rain,
Send home their wages, bear the exile’s pain,
With sweat they build what politics delayed—
The truest heroes, silent and unpaid.
When earthquakes shook your temples to the dust,
You dug through rubble, rescue born of trust,
No army needed where the neighbors ran,
The Nepali hand clasped the Nepali hand.
And still the rhododendron paints the spring,
Still prayers at Pashupatinath take wing,
Still Buddha’s eye upon Swayambhu gazes,
Through smoke and centuries, your spirit raises.
So let the world remember when they see
That mountain silhouette against the sky:
Not just the height, but what it means to be
A people who refuse to say goodbye.
For you are living proof that glory lives
Not in the taking, but in what one gives,
In khukuri’s edge and prayer wheel’s spin—
The greatest Nepalis rise, and rise again.