To leave some lasting tribute to this land I love
Changes of mood and scene,
Remembered scent of wood-smoke rising on an evening breeze;
Bird-song and wind-song mingle midst forest trees;
Strange ways and byways, which once were hard and sore,
New ways and old ways that man had walked before.
These I have known and cared for in my island long ago
But the old ways are now shattered
I know not where to go
Tsunami's claw at our coast line,
The Teeth of Tigers show.
But deep hidden - Dear God, where?-
Still lies Sri Lanka's essence.
Indestructible, most rare."