For hearts which near each other move, From morning close till night. There is no feeling but love, And it will be always bright. January 29, 1953

To my son Alexander India is nice in the morning, Аt noon and at night. Because this land is so bright, Because this land is full of yearning. Because it’s yours and ours too, Because we are friends, and that’ll do. So flourish for ages the land of beauty, The land of the sun and the sky. And may there be always your dearest duty To live for your darling and die. India is nice in the morning, At noon and at night. Be always bright, be always yearning Take our love, it’s very right. December, 1972

On the earth, there are so many countries, But only one, like a wise enchantress, Took my heart in her kind hands, And I forgot the other lands. And now, she is mine forever. And now, she is mine for life. I’ve seen many countries, But like mine have never. I am hers forever, She is mine for life.

When we are together at our forums, Our hearts are beating in the very same tunes. Women of India, and women of Soviets Do their best for the happiest news. Sometime we are singing, Sometimes we are talking, Sometimes we are dancing at our noon’s. Women of India, and women of Soviets Do their best to escape their untunes We are together for dreaming and thinking, We are together for the best, if you please. Women of India, and women of Soviets Do their best for friendship and peace When we are together at our forums, It seems, we are having the magical wings. Women of India, and women of Soviets Flourish for ages like flowers and streams.

Women of India are dark as a night. Women of India are bright as a light. Women of India are the countries treasure. You will never find in their charm measure When they are singing, It’s the greatest pleasure. When they are dancing, It’s a real leisure. If sing with them You have a chance, You fall in love at once.

They are slender Sometimes nice, Sometimes very naughty, Sometimes hotly, But always tender. Try to guess, It is children’s gender, yes They are children real, with noise

I am at the market, such a colorful picture. So many things, I am too lost. I see in my head there is nothing, but mixture. What shall I do, I am crying my SOS! And the people are here, what’s the matter? Soon half the market is just in my sick. I am happily smiling standing near, My market is over, I go home back

At early dawn birds are singing so lovely, Nature awakes full unforgettable charms. The air is fresh, and flying through the soul darkly. You fill harmony, you are in her arms. At early dawn, you are just like an enchantress Ruling over a fairly pond. That is because India is one of the countries, Where nature touched you with its magic wand.

Diwali is the day of thanks. Diwali is the day of hearings. Diwali is the day of meetings. And welcome hearty greetings. Diwali is the day of light. Diwali is so bright. Diwali, and the people are friends. Diwali is for ladies and gents. Diwali is for every baby. Diwali is for big and small. Diwali is a hymn, may be, A hymn of goodness for all. If it is a hymn, it is a hymn of lightness Without demons, without wars. Diwali, you are full of brightness, It is peace, and nothing more.

To my husband Cycles, and cycles, and cycles Early in the morning. It’s time the Bhilai’s people To the plant are going. They smile, they sing, they hooray, The plant is their dearest baby They wish it to be the strongest And the leading in the country, may be They know, the plant’s people treasure. They need it for life and freedom. And they spend no expense Here, in Bhilai’s kingdom. They do it for the county’s glory, For smiles, for songs, for yearnings. That is why there are so many cycles In the mornings.