I hear Bharat celebrating, the varied vocations I hear;
Those of craftsperson, each one celebrating their craft,
Woven with colors and myriad hues.
The artisans with lutes, each hailing varied emotions,
And celebrating dreams, echoing in the streets.
The carpenters celebrating;
They create anything out of wood
With mathematical precision.
The electricians humming;
They get ready for work,
Work with cables and wires to brighten our lives.
The boatmen gathering their nets from the shore,
Sailing, and singing while at work,
Return to tell the tales of life at sea.
The shoemakers affirming the quality of their work,
For the feet that walk, dance, run, jump, return home.
The delicious singing of the cook, or the rhythm of designer,
Mason, each celebrating what belongs to them and to none else.
The voice of their vocation is the voice of their identity.
I hear Bharat celebrating, the varied voices I hear!