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,

Аt noon and at night.

Be always bright, be always yearning,

Take our love, it’s very right.

December, 1972

Старик, Индия. 2018 г. Бумага, тушь, перо