The cry of our hearts...
O! Dispenser of India's destiny,
Thou art the ruler of the minds of all people;
Thy name rouses the hearts of Punjab, Sindh, Gujarat, Maratha,
Dravida, Utkala (Orissa) and Bengal;
It echoes in the hills of the Vindhyas and Himalayas,
It mingles in the rhapsodies of the pure waters of Yamuna and the Ganga,
They chant only Thy name,
They sing only the glory of Thy victory,
They seek only Thy auspicious blessings;
The salvation of all people waits in Thy hands,
O dispenser of India's destiny,
Victory, Victory, Victory, Victory to Thee!
Amen
posted by Sarah at
Thursday, August 16, 2007
4 Comments:
One is having to ask for a translation; when I got to Punjab, Sindh, Gujarat, Maratha... got it! :0)
and to hear that this song was sung for king Somebody of England...:(
And most states are missing....:) maybe we should do a "patch update" as we call it in the IT industry.
"The National Congress people asked Tagore for a poem of welcome. He tried to write it, but could not. He got up very early in the morning an wrote a very beautiful poem, not one of his best, but still beautiful. When he came down, he said to one of us, 'Here is a poem which I have written. It is addressed to God, but give it to Congress people. It will please them. They will think it is addressed to the King.' All Tagore's own followers knew it meant God, but others did not."
(The Indian Express, June 3, 1968)
There are many versions of this story...i choose to pick the above. After all, from the author of Gitanjali, you wouldn't expect a rhapsody for king somebody of England! As it was in Tagore's mind, I sing it to the Almighty! :)
hey, thats news! thanks for the info!
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