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On India
The following are a few of the 'not-so-well-known' things about India
that I guess you will be interested in knowing about .
National Anthem
Of India
The song Jana Gana Mana, composed by Rabindranath
Tagore, was adopted by the Constituent Assembly as the National
Anthem of lndia on 24 January 1950. It was first sung on 27 December
1911 at the Calcutta session of the Indian National Congress. The
complete song consists of five stanzas. First stanza consists full
version of the national anthem. It reads:
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National Anthem composed
by Rabindranath Tagore
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The following is Tagore's
English translation of this stanza:
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Jana-gana-mana-adhinayaka, jaya he
Bharata-bhagya-vidhata
Punjab-Sindhu-Gujarata-Maratha-
Dravida-Utkala-Banga
Vindhya-Himachala-Yamuna-Ganga
Uchchala-Jaladhi-taranga
Tava shubha name jage
Tava shubha ashish maange
Gahe tava jaya-gatha
Jana-gana-mangala-dayaka jaya he
Bharata-bhagya-vidhata
Jaya he, jaya he, jaya he
Jaya jaya jaya, jaya he !
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Thou art the rulers of the minds of all people,
dispenser of India's destiny.
Thy name rouses the hearts of Punjab, Sind, Gujarat and Maratha,
Of the Dravida and Orissa and Bengal; It echoes in the
hillsof the Vindhyas & Himalayas, mingles in the music of
Yamuna and Ganga and is chanted by the waves of the Indian Sea.
They pray for thy blessings and sing thy praise.
The saving of all people waits in thy hand,
thou dispenser of India's destiny,
Victory, victory, victory to thee.
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National
Song Of India
Vande Mataram (Motherland, I bow to you) composed by Bankin Chandra
in an inspired moment Rabindranath sang it by setting a tune to it
and it was left to Aurobindo to interpret the deeper meaning of the
song. This song gave birth to feelings of nationalism among millions
of men and women in India during the Indian Freedom struggle.
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Vande Mataram By Bakim
Chandra Chatterjee
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Transalation of National
Song by
Shree Aurobindo
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Vande Mataram!
Sujalam suphalam
Malayaja sheetalam
Sasya Shyamala
Mataram! Vande Mataram!
Shubhrajyotsana Pulakitayamineem
Phullakusumita drumadala shobhineem
Suhasineem sumadhura bhasneem
Sukhadam, varadam Mataram!
Koti koti kantha kalakala ninadakarale
Koti koti bhujairdhrutakharakaravale
Ke bale ma tumi abale
Bahubala dharineem
Namami tarineem
Ripudala varineem Mataram!
Tumi vidya tumi dharma
Tumi hridi tumi marma
Twam hi pranah shareere
Bahute tumi ma shakti
Hridaye tumi ma bhakti
Tomarayi pratima gadi
Mandire mandire!
Twam hi Durga dashapraharana dharinee
Kamala kamaladala viharinee
Vani vidyadayinee
Namami twam
Namami kamalam
Amalam atulam
Sujalam suphalam
Mataram
Vande Mataram!
Shyamalam saralam
Susmitam bhushitam
Dharaneem bharaneem
Mataram!
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Mother, I bow to thee!
Rich with thy hurrying streams, bright with
orchard gleams, Cool with thy winds of delight,
Dark fields waving Mother of might,Mother
free.
Glory of moonlight dreams,Over thy branches
and lordly streams, Clad in thy blossoming
trees,
Mother, giver of ease Laughing low and sweet
Mother I kiss thy feet,Speaker sweet and
low!
Mother, to thee I bow.
Who hath said thou art weak in thy lands
When the sword flesh out in the seventy millionhands And seventy
million voices roar
Thy dreadful name from shore to shore?
With many strengths who art mighty and stored,
To thee I call Mother and Lord!
Though who savest, arise and save!
To her I cry who ever her foeman drove Back
from plain and Sea And shook herself free.
Thou art wisdom, thou art law,
Thou art heart, our soul, our breath
Though art love divine, the awe In our hearts
that conquers death.
Thine the strength that nervs the arm,
Thine the beauty, thine the charm.
Every image made divine In our temples is
but thine.
Thou art Durga, Lady and Queen, With her
hands that strike and her swords of sheen, Thou art Lakshmi
lotus-throned, & the Muse hundred-toned,
Pure and perfect without peer, Mother lend
thine ear,
Rich with thy hurrying streams, Bright with
thy orchardgleems,Dark of hue O candid-fair In thysoul,
with jewelled hair And thy glorious smile divine,
Lovilest of all earthly lands,
Showering wealth from well-stored hands!
Mother, mother mine!
Mother sweet, I bow to thee,
Mother great and free!
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