 The pure Deccan winds waft our theme
to the world.We are proud of our past and today,
May God bless our dear school and
enkindle the flame
In each spirit that within her works and plays.The flowers all around speak of beauty serene,
And as symbols of strength the hills stand,
While the “Mulla” like progress flows on
through the days,
Nature’s lessons are before us to command

The years will press on, and the cares
of the world,
May make us forget for a while,
But the thought of the School shall
inspire us anew,
Give us courage, greater strength and
peace of mind.