There is a huge sacred shrine
Of eternal truth and knowledge
In the Garden City of Oman;
Like a beacon on coastal rocks
Flashing mighty bright light
For those who grope in the dark
For those who seek eternal bliss;
Yes, it is Indian School Salalah.

Thou art the true light-giver
Spreading the glow of joy and love,
Dispelling dark clouds of doubt,
Shedding old dead habits and vices.

There is no place like ISS,
Where black, white and brown,
Hand in hand with everyone,
Sing new songs of freedom
From ignorance and intolerance;
Shattering all shackles of vanity,
Building new bridges of love,
Scaling new heights of excellence.

Thou art the teacher the great,
Moulding ‘curious shapes in us,
Teaching lofty ideals of friendship,
Inspiring to build a bright morrow.

There is no place like ISS,
Where you steer us to perfection;
A band of teachers with dedication
Full of gusto and high motivation,
Create a new brand of generation:
Holding head with sky-high ambition
To serve humankind with passion,
To toil for a long-lasting relation.

Indian School, our beloved school,
Honour, glory and praise to thee!
We’ll always do thee proud
Our love for thee shall never fail.