Because the path was thorny and long,
And through a dark and lonely land,
I set upon your lips a song,
And placed a ’Dnyandeep’ in your hand.

In stormy weather,
In torrential rain,
I protected the flame,
From getting blown out.

Dear, O dear students,
I pass my heritage unto you,
It’s up to you now,
To keep the candle kindling--

----Keep the candle kindling lads,
Keep the candle kindling----