"O ruler of minds, triumphant guide,
Dispenser of destiny, our nation's pride,
In you we find our purpose and way,
To you we raise our voices, night and day.
From Punjab, Sindhu, Gujarat, and more,
Maharashtra, Dravida, Orissa's shore,
Each region a thread in the fabric of this land,
United, they stand hand in hand.
Vindhya and Himalaya, lofty and grand,
Yamuna and Ganga, sacred and grand,
Oceans' waves crash huing, a symphony of might,They all bow to your eternal light.
With your name, good fortune awakes,
Blessings we seek, as dawn breaks,
A song of victory we proudly sing,
To you, our homage, we bring.
Oh, bearer of blessings, a beacon so bright,
In you we find solace, our guiding light,
With each triumphant note we play,
India's destiny, you pave the way.
Victory to you, oh sovereign heart,
In each verse, a new journey starts,
In unity, we stand, hearts held high,
Jana Gana Mana, our unified cry.
So let us rise, in unison, say,
Victory, victory, our voices convey,
A nation's anthem, a soul's purest plea,
Jana Gana Mana, forever shall it be."
In this literary tapestry, the anthem's verses resonate as a declaration of loyalty, a tribute to the nation's geographical and cultural diversity, and a profound expression of reverence for the collective spirit that binds the people of India.
In the resounding verses of "Jana Gana Mana," the national anthem of India, the soul of the nation finds its voice. It unfolds like a majestic tapestry, interweaving words of praise, reverence, and unity, painting a vivid picture of the land's heritage and destiny.
"O Sovereign of hearts, majestic and true,
To You we raise our anthem, homage anew,
Dispenser of India's fate, our guiding star,
In You we find our purpose, near and far.
From Punjab's fertile fields to Sindhu's shores,
Gujarat's vibrant spirit and Maratha's roars,
Dravida's mystic allure and Utkala's grace,
Bengal's intellect and Orissa's embrace.
Vindhya and Himalaya stand tall and grand,
Yamuna and Ganga flow across the land,
Oceans' waves dance in joyous refrain,
Your dominion, where dreams and hopes remain.
Awakened by Your auspicious name's call,
Blessings we seek, as shadows fall,
With each note, Your victory we sing,
A tribute to Your glory, to You we bring.
Bearer of well-being, guardian of might,
You guide us through darkness to the light,
In Your embrace, a united nation stands,
Bound by history's tapestry, woven by Your hands.
Jana Gana Mangal, bestower of grace,
In Your embrace, we find our place,
The destiny of Bharat, You steadfastly mold,
In Your victory, generations find stories told.
Oh, the sustainer of hearts, You reign supreme,
In unity's chorus, a shared dream,
Victory resounds, a triumphant cheer,
Jaya Hey, Jaya Hey, a homage sincere.
To You, O Sovereign, our voices unite,
In the anthem's verses, we take flight,
Victory upon victory, our spirit exclaim,
Jaya Jaya, Victory, Victory, in Your name."
These verses stand as a testament to the anthem's power, a lyrical embodiment of the nation's soul, echoing through time and space, connecting the diverse people of India under the universal banner of hope, honor, and unity.
In the eloquent verses of "Jana Gana Mana," India's national anthem, the heart of the nation finds expression in words that soar with passion, pride, and a profound connection to the land. It's a lyrical journey that evokes emotions, paints vivid images, and binds the people in a shared sense of identity and destiny.
"O ruler of minds, a conductor of souls,
To You we offer our anthem, a symphony that rolls,
Dispenser of India's fate, the weaver of dreams,
In Your essence, a tapestry of cultures gleams.
From Punjab's verdant landscapes to Sindhu's flow,
Gujarat's vibrant spirit, Maratha's valor in tow,
Dravida's ancient mystique, Utkala's golden thread,
In Bengal and Orissa, legacies widespread.
Vindhya and Himalaya, sentinels of pride,
Yamuna and Ganga, sacred rivers that glide,
Oceans with waves that rise and fall,
Symbolizing life's challenges, surging overall.
As the dawn breaks, Your name whispers in the air,
A call to awaken, a melody rare,
Seeking Your blessings, we bow our heads,
An invocation for strength as the new day spreads.
Oh, bearer of goodness, a guide through the night,
In Your divine wisdom, we find our light,
The anthem sings of Your benevolent grace,
In every verse, our devotion we trace.
Jana Gana Mangal, bestower of might,
Bhaarat-Bhaagya-Vidhaataa, our source of light,
In You, the welfare of the people resides,
A protector, a guardian, in whom hope abides.
With each chant of 'Jaya Hey,' victory rings,
An anthem that soars, as the heart sings,
In unity and pride, we raise our voice,
A tribute to the land where we rejoice.
Victory upon victory, the anthem resounds,
In every syllable, a legacy that compounds,
To You, O Sovereign, our homage we pay,
A tribute that echoes through night and day.
In "Jana Gana Mana," a nation's soul does unfurl,
A celebration of unity, where identities swirl,
A hymn that bridges past and future, seen and unseen,
India's anthem, a testament to what it's been."
This tapestry of words in the anthem weaves a narrative that transcends time, connecting the present with the past, and the aspirations of the future. It's a declaration of unity, a salute to the nation's heritage, and a melody that resonates in the hearts of millions, echoing the undying spirit of India.
In the verses of "Jana Gana Mana," the Indian national anthem, a symphony of words dances with devotion, painting a vivid portrait of the nation's essence. It's a lyrical journey that traverses landscapes, histories, and emotions, binding the hearts of millions into a harmonious chorus.
"O Sovereign of minds, ruler of hearts,
To You, we offer our anthem's arts,
Dispenser of destiny, shaping the course,
In Your name, India finds its force.
From Punjab's fertile embrace to Sindhu's serene flow,
Gujarat's vigor and Maratha's valor, aglow,
Dravida's mystique, Utkala's grace,
Orissa's stories and Bengal's vibrant space.
Vindhya and Himalaya, mountains that stand,
Yamuna and Ganga, rivers that span,
Oceans' waves, a testament of might,
In this vast tapestry, dreams take flight.
With the break of dawn, Your name takes flight,
A reverent call, dispelling the night,
Bless us with grace, Your auspicious hand,
In every sunrise, may we understand.
Oh, bearer of blessings, guardian of fate,
Your name, a refuge, in joy and in wait,
In every note, Your victory is sung,
A melody of unity, with voices young.
Jana Gana Mangal, bestower of good,
Bhaarat-Bhaagya-Vidhaataa, understood,
To the well-being of people, You tend,
In You, India's past, present, and future blend.
In 'Jaya Hey,' the victory cry,
A resounding chorus, reaching the sky,
Through highs and lows, in times that try,
Your essence echoes, never to die.
Victory to You, the anthem declares,
A pledge of unity, a bond it shares,
In each verse, a legacy is spun,
Of a nation's journey, under the same sun.
With 'Jana Gana Mana,' hearts intertwine,
A lyrical embrace, a rhythm divine,
In Your name, India's destiny is spun,
A timeless ode, to You, the chosen one."
This poetic rendition captures the anthem's essence—a melody that unites hearts, an ode to the land's diversity, and a testament to the resilience and aspirations of the Indian spirit. The anthem's verses echo through time, a beacon of unity and a tribute to the land that continues to inspire generations.
"Jana Gana Mana," the melodious anthem of India, unfolds as a poetic canvas, blending history, spirit, and unity into verses that stir the heart. It's a lyrical journey that traverses the soul of a nation, capturing its essence and aspirations in harmonious notes.
"O Sovereign of thoughts, ruler of dreams,
To You, our hymn, with reverence streams,
Dispenser of destinies, shaping the way,
In Your embrace, a land's hopes sway.
Punjab's fields and Sindhu's ancient stream,
Gujarat's resilience and Maratha's gleam,
Dravida's mystique and Utkala's pride,
Bengal's intellect and Orissa's stride.
Vindhya and Himalaya, guardians tall,
Yamuna and Ganga, a sacred sprawl,
Oceans' waves, tales of journeys vast,
Within their depths, futures are cast.
At dawn's gentle touch, Your name awakens,
A melody in hearts, unshaken,
With open hearts, we seek Your grace,
A blessing for each challenge we face.
Oh, bearer of well-being, guardian so true,
In Your light, we find our breakthrough,
In every note, Your victory resounds,
A harmony of nations, it surrounds.
Jana Gana Mangal, bestower of might,
Bhaarat-Bhaagya-Vidhaataa, in Your light,
To the people's welfare, You guide,
In every heart, You eternally reside.
With 'Jaya Hey,' the anthem rings,
A proclamation of unity it brings,
In those words, the spirit takes flight,
A tribute to the land's eternal light.
Victory, victory, the anthem proclaims,
In Your name, every heart inflames,
In each verse, a legacy prevails,
A tale of a nation that forever sails.
Through 'Jana Gana Mana,' we unite,
A symphony of souls, day and night,
In Your honor, a nation stands tall,
A melody of triumph, heard by all."
These verses echo with the anthem's resonance—a rhythm of unity, a chorus of diversity, and a tribute to the land that stands as a beacon of resilience and hope. With each note, it encapsulates the story of India, its struggles, its victories, and its unwavering spirit that resonates through time.
In verses rich with fervor and devotion,
Resonates a call, unwavering and true.
"Ahaha Tava Aavhaan Prachaaritha,"
In this chorus, hearts answer to You.
"Suni Tava Udaara Vaani," they say,
Your generous words, a soothing stream.
Across faiths diverse, they bridge the way,
Uniting in purpose, like a cherished dream.
"Hindu Bauddh Shikh Jain Paarasik Musalmaan Christaani,"
From Hindu to Christian, all find their place.
In unity, diversity's colors form a scene,
A tapestry of cultures, in harmonious embrace.
"Purab Paschim Aashey, Tava Singhaasan Paashey,"
From East and West they gather near,
Beside Your throne, they assemble with grace,
Love's garland they weave, dispelling all fear.
"Jana-Gana-Aikya-Vidhaayak Jaya Hey,"
Oh, the harmonious anthem they sing!
You forge unity's path, light the way,
Dispensing destiny, to this land, You bring.
"Bhaarat- Bhaagya - Vidhaataa," they exclaim,
You are India's fortune's creator.
"Jaya Hey, Jaya Hey, Jaya Hey," the acclaim,
Triumphant voices, an ode to You, the world's curator.
"Victory to You, Victory to You," they resound,
In triumphant chorus, their voices rise.
"Jaya Jaya Jaya, Jaya Hey," echoes profound,
In this anthem of love, unity never dies.
Amidst verses that resonate like ancient hymns,
A call eternal rings, a divine plea.
"Aharaha Tava Aavhaan Prachaaritha,"
Heard throughout time, across land and sea.
"Suni Tava Udaara Vaani," a melodious voice,
A symphony of kindness, a gentle breeze.
Crossing barriers, embracing every choice,
Uniting hearts diverse, as one it frees.
"Hindu Bauddh Shikh Jain Paarasik Musalmaan Christaani,"
Names that echo through ages and skies.
Hindu, Sikh, Muslim, and the Christian,
In harmony's dance, each truth implies.
"Purab Paschim Aashey, Tava Singhaasan Paashey,"
From the East and West, they converge in grace.
Gathering by Your throne, their spirits free,
A tale of unity, woven like lace.
"Premhaar Hawye Gaantha," a bond of love,
East and West intertwine, a garland divine.
Cultures woven, like stars above,
A radiant tapestry, hearts align.
"Jana-Gana-Aikya-Vidhaayak Jaya Hey,"
O' architect of unity, glory be unto thee.
Weaving threads of harmony, come what may,
You shape the fate of this land, the key.
"Bhaarat- Bhaagya - Vidhaataa," destiny's hand,
In your grasp, India's fortune lies.
"Oh! You who bring in the unity of the people,"
To You, the world's homage shall rise.
"Jaya Hey, Jaya Hey, Jaya Hey," the chant,
Triumphant echoes in the ether blend.
"Jaya Jaya Jaya, Jaya Hey," hearts enchant,
To You, Unity's champion, we extend.
"Victory to You, Victory to You," they cry,
In the grand chorus, voices soar.
"Victory, Victory, Victory," on high,
To You, Unity's conqueror, they implore.
In this symphony of nations, faiths, and hearts,
Where East and West unite, love prevails.
A call for unity, each soul imparts,
In this tapestry of diversity, the story sails.
Amid the verses of ages past, a resounding refrain,
"Aharaha Tava Aavhaan Prachaaritha," the call's sweet strain.
Continuously, it echoes, a beckoning grace,
Hearts heed the summons, in a harmonious chase.
"Suni Tava Udaara Vaani," a melody so kind,
Words like a river flowing, binding humankind.
From Hindu to Christian, the spectrum unfolds,
"Bauddh Shikh Jain Paarasik Musalmaan Christaani" it holds.
In a tapestry woven with threads of belief,
Hindus, Buddhists, Sikhs, Jains, in joyful relief.
Parsis, Muslims, Christians, the circle complete,
Unity's rhythm harmonizes, all souls it greets.
"Purab Paschim Aashey," from East and West they stride,
Toward "Tava Singhaasan Paashey," love as their guide.
A garland of unity, "Premhaar Hawye Gaantha,"
The East and West unite, in this dance they enchant.
"Jana-Gana-Aikya-Vidhaayak Jaya Hey," they proclaim,
You, the architect of unity, honored by name.
"Bhaarat- Bhaagya - Vidhaataa," in Your hands the fate,
Of a land called India, a destiny so great.
"Victory be to You," the heartfelt plea,
"Jaya Hey,Jaya Hey, Jaya Hey," let the world see.
Triumphant voices rise, "Jaya Jaya Jaya, Jaya Hey,"
The anthem of unity, in a chorus display.
"Victory to You," resounds from each voice,
"Victory, Victory, Victory," hearts rejoice.
In this symphony of faith, culture, and song,
"Victory, Victory, Victory," where we all belong.
In the grand theater of verses, a timeless tale unfurls,
"Aharaha Tava Aavhaan Prachaaritha," the call that swirls.
An unending echo, a beckoning divine,
Hearts attune to the message, in unity they align.
"Suni Tava Udaara Vaani," a melodious decree,
Words like honeyed nectar, flowing tenderly.
"Hindu Bauddh Shikh Jain Paarasik Musalmaan Christaani,"
A diverse chorus resounds, humanity's symphony.
Within the script of existence, a vibrant scene takes place,
"The Hindus, Buddhists, Sikhs, Jains, Parsis, Muslims, and Christians" embrace.
Together they stand, colors of faith intertwined,
A vibrant mosaic of beliefs, in harmony designed.
From the realms of dawn and dusk, they converge with grace,
"Purab Paschim Aashey," from every corner of the space.
To "Tava Singhaasan Paashey," a throne of unity they seek,
In the presence of love, hearts and souls peek.
"Premhaar Hawye Gaantha," the song of love is sung,
East and West as one, unity strung.
A garland woven with threads of connection and care,
A tapestry of devotion, a bond beyond compare.
"Jana-Gana-Aikya-Vidhaayak Jaya Hey," they proclaim,
The conductor of harmony, with reverence and acclaim.
"Bhaarat- Bhaagya - Vidhaataa," destiny's weaver,
Guiding India's course with hands so clever.
"Oh! You who bring in the unity of the people,"
A plea from the depths, rising like a steeple.
"Victory be to You," the chorus takes flight,
Dispenser of destinies, guiding our plight.
"Jaya Hey,Jaya Hey, Jaya Hey," rings the victorious cry,
An anthem of unity that reaches the sky.
"Jaya Jaya Jaya, Jaya Hey," resounds the cheer,
In this ode to oneness, let it be clear.
"Victory to You," a heartfelt ode they convey,
"Victory, Victory, Victory," in unison they say.
In this poetic panorama, faith and cultures entwine,
"Victory, Victory, Victory," a chorus sublime.
Amidst the verses' tapestry, a tale of unity unfolds,
"Aharaha Tava Aavhaan Prachaaritha," a tale of old.
A ceaseless call resounds, a melody so divine,
Hearts answer humbly, in harmonious line.
"Suni Tava Udaara Vaani," a symphony of grace,
Words like petals falling, a soft embrace.
"Hindu Bauddh Shikh Jain Paarasik Musalmaan Christaani,"
Names like colors blend, in a vibrant symphony.
Within this stanza's realm, a spectrum takes its place,
"The Hindus, Buddhists, Sikhs, Jains, Parsis, Muslims, and Christians" in embrace.
Faiths interwoven like threads in a grand design,
A quilt of cultures stitched with threads so fine.
From the lands of sunrise and twilight's embrace,
"Purab Paschim Aashey," they journey, their steps in grace.
To "Tava Singhaasan Paashey," a throne of unity grand,
Gathering as one, a mosaic of the land.
"Premhaar Hawye Gaantha," a song of love so pure,
East meets West, a harmony to endure.
A garland woven with the silken threads of care,
Bound by love's devotion, a unity rare.
"Jana-Gana-Aikya-Vidhaayak Jaya Hey," they sing,
The orchestrator of oneness, hope you bring.
"Bhaarat- Bhaagya - Vidhaataa," shaping destiny's course,
India's guardian, guiding with inner force.
"Oh! You who bring in the unity of the people,"
A plea to the heavens, a message clear.
"Victory be to You," resounds the fervent peal,
Dispenser of destinies, in unity we revere.
"Jaya Hey,Jaya Hey, Jaya Hey," triumphant chants unfold,
A chorus of victory, a story of the bold.
"Jaya Jaya Jaya, Jaya Hey," the voices soar,
A hymn of unity, forevermore.
"Victory to You," the heartfelt chorus chants,
"Victory, Victory, Victory," each voice enchants.
In this literary mosaic, faith and love align,
"Victory, Victory, Victory," in unity's design.
In a poetic tapestry woven with words, the verses dance, carrying profound meaning and evoking a sense of reverence. "Patan-Abhyuday-Vandhur Panthaa, Yug Yug Dhaavit Yaatri" resonate as a profound proclamation of the pilgrimage of life, where the journey is marked by both the ups and downs that shape existence. Through the ages, humanity perseveres on this path, emerging as intrepid travelers, unwavering in their pursuit.
As the verses unfold, "Hey Chira-Saarathi, Tava Ratna-Chakrey Mukharit Path Din-Raatri," they summon an image of the eternal charioteer, who guides the chariot of life relentlessly. Day and night, the wheels echo with purpose, etching a trail that illuminates the way forward. This tireless guidance signifies the constant presence of a guiding force that ensures the voyage of life continues unceasingly.
In moments of tumultuous transformation, "Daarun Viplav-Maajhey, Tava Shankh-Dhwani Bajey, Sankat-Dukkh-Traataa," the resounding call of the conch shell pierces through the chaos. This clarion call, symbolic of strength and resilience, becomes a beacon of hope, rescuing those who tread through trials and tribulations. The conch's sound becomes a harbinger of relief, a salve for fear and sorrow.
The verses further illuminate, "Jana-Gana-Path-Parichaayak Jaya Hey, Bhaarat-Bhaagya-Vidhaataa," acknowledging the role of the guiding figure in leading people through the labyrinthine paths of existence. The dispeller of destinies, the one who crafts the fate of a nation, stands triumphant. This evokes a sense of gratitude and recognition for the force that shapes destinies.
The crescendo of the composition culminates in the triumphant declaration, "Jaya Hey, Jaya Hey, Jaya Hey, Jaya Jaya Jaya Jaya Hey." The repetition of 'Jaya' resonates as a chorus of victory, reverberating with reverence and gratitude. It celebrates the ultimate triumph, not just of an individual or a nation, but of life itself. The victory, echoed in multifarious forms, is an exultation of the indomitable spirit.
In this intricate tapestry of verses, the journey of life is depicted as an unwavering pilgrimage, guided by an eternal charioteer. Through trials and triumphs, the conch's call and the resounding victory chants, the verses weave a celebration of life's ebbs and flows, all set against the backdrop of a guiding force that leads humanity forward.
In a symphony of eloquence, these verses unfurl like petals of meaning, each line a brushstroke on the canvas of the soul. "Patan-Abhyuday-Vandhur Panthaa, Yug Yug Dhaavit Yaatri" introduces us to the path of existence, a journey that weaves its way through the tapestry of time, somber yet resolute, its undulating course marked by peaks and troughs. Through these undulations, we emerge not as mere bystanders, but as devoted travelers, pilgrims of life's intricate terrain, unfailingly traversing the epochs that stretch before us.
As the verses wend on, "Hey Chira-Saarathi, Tava Ratna-Chakrey Mukharit Path Din-Raatri," a celestial charioteer comes to life, an eternal guide steering the chariot of life along its perpetual course. The wheels of this cosmic chariot, akin to precious jewels, echo ceaselessly with the rhythm of time, day and night interweaving seamlessly. It's a mesmerizing image of tireless guidance, casting luminous ripples upon the path that stretches to infinity.
In the midst of tumultuous transformation, "Daarun Viplav-Maajhey, Tava Shankh-Dhwani Bajey, Sankat-Dukkh-Traataa," the blast of a conch shell reverberates. In its clarion call, a potent metaphor for strength, resonates the clarion of salvation amidst chaos. As the conch shell resounds, its echo sweeps away fears and sufferings, liberating those in its embrace from the clutches of misery.
"Jana-Gana-Path-Parichaayak Jaya Hey, Bhaarat-Bhaagya-Vidhaataa," as the verses continue, they speak of a guide through treacherous paths, a beacon illuminating the passage for many. The architect of destinies, who shapes the very course of a nation's fate, stands tall and triumphant. This verse bows in reverence to the guiding light that paves the way through uncharted territories.
The pinnacle of this poetic tapestry arrives with "Jaya Hey, Jaya Hey, Jaya Hey, Jaya Jaya Jaya Jaya Hey." The crescendo of "Jaya" conjures a cascade of victory chants, a testament to the jubilation that emanates from every corner of existence. This is the anthem of triumph, not just over adversity but over the symphony of existence itself, an exaltation that reverberates through the fabric of being.
These verses, meticulously crafted, paint the saga of life's journey. Each line an ode, every phrase a brushstroke, they weave an intricate narrative of existence's cadence, its peaks and valleys, its guiding force, and the ultimate victory that crowns the symphony of life's pursuit.
Within the verses' embrace, a tapestry of emotions unfurls, a poetic journey through the essence of life and its resolute currents. "Patan-Abhyuday-Vandhur Panthaa, Yug Yug Dhaavit Yaatri" initiates this symphony of words, conjuring the image of life's odyssey, a somber yet steadfast voyage through crests and troughs. Amid these tides, stand we, steadfast pilgrims, tracing a path across the epochs, an unbroken lineage of travelers, etching our footsteps across time's vast canvas.
With "Hey Chira-Saarathi, Tava Ratna-Chakrey Mukharit Path Din-Raatri," the scene shifts to an eternal charioteer, an embodiment of timeless guidance. The wheels, akin to glistening jewels, resound ceaselessly, echoing with the rhythm of day and night. This unending echo marks not just the passage of time, but a cosmic orchestration, guiding existence's course along its intricate journey.
Amidst the upheavals of transformation, "Daarun Viplav-Maajhey, Tava Shankh-Dhwani Bajey, Sankat-Dukkh-Traataa," a conch shell's call resonates, a clarion amidst chaos. In its mighty sound pulses strength, a beacon of deliverance in the tempest's heart. This resounding call emerges as a shield against fear's grip, a balm for aching sorrows, as its echoes sweep away the shadows of despair.
"Jana-Gana-Path-Parichaayak Jaya Hey, Bhaarat-Bhaagya-Vidhaataa," continues the verses, acknowledging a guide through life's labyrinthine ways, a custodian of destinies. Amidst the toilsome journey, this presence stands firm, illuminating the path for countless souls. It's a homage to the one who shapes the trajectory of a nation's fate, an acknowledgement of their profound influence on the course of existence.
The climax crescendos with "Jaya Hey, Jaya Hey, Jaya Hey, Jaya Jaya Jaya Jaya Hey." The repetition of 'Jaya' resounds as an anthem, a triumphant chorus that reverberates beyond the boundaries of time. This victory chant isn't confined to the realm of mortal conquests; it resonates with life's grandeur, celebrating the epic spirit that surges within every heartbeat.
These verses, meticulously woven, unveil a panorama of life's journey. Each line encapsulates a world of emotions, and every stanza cradles within it the story of human perseverance. As the verses unfold, they paint a portrait of existence's resilience against adversities, paying homage to the guiding light that steers us through the uncharted sea of experiences, culminating in a crescendo of jubilation and triumphant exultation.
Amidst the rich tapestry of verses, a symphony of words emerges, painting a panoramic portrait of existence's profound journey. "Patan-Abhyuday-Vandhur Panthaa, Yug Yug Dhaavit Yaatri" opens the narrative, a lyrical invocation of life's path, one marked by shades of gravity as it weaves through the crests and troughs of time. In this pilgrimage of existence, we stand not as passive voyeurs, but as steadfast seekers, traversing through epochs, leaving behind the footprints of our unwavering devotion.
As the verses unfold, "Hey Chira-Saarathi, Tava Ratna-Chakrey Mukharit Path Din-Raatri," an ethereal charioteer graces the stage, embodying eternal guidance. The chariot's wheels, resplendent as jewels, reverberate unceasingly, an echo of the ceaseless march of suns and moons. These wheels, more than mere symbols, are cosmic gears, turning the cogs of time itself, etching an indelible course on the tapestry of existence.
In the crucible of transformation, "Daarun Viplav-Maajhey, Tava Shankh-Dhwani Bajey, Sankat-Dukkh-Traataa," the clarion call of a conch shell pierces the tumult. Amidst the storm, this resonating call signifies strength, a beacon in chaos. The conch's notes become a shield, a melody that sweeps away fears, like a protective embrace shielding us from the ravages of pain and sorrow.
"Jana-Gana-Path-Parichaayak Jaya Hey, Bhaarat-Bhaagya-Vidhaataa," further down the verses, bows to the guiding force amid the labyrinth of existence. This guiding light shapes destinies, illuminating the tortuous paths for countless souls. It is a homage to the architect of a nation's fate, whose hand steers the helm of history, orchestrating destinies with profound subtlety.
The zenith arrives with "Jaya Hey, Jaya Hey, Jaya Hey, Jaya Jaya Jaya Jaya Hey," a crescendo that rings like an anthem of triumph across the vast expanse of existence. This chant echoes not just victory in battles fought, but victory over the self, a tribute to the spirit that rises above trials. It's a celebration that transcends mundane realms, a joyful exaltation of life's pulsating rhythm.
These verses, delicately threaded, unveil a panorama of life's journey. Each line is a vessel carrying the emotions of a thousand hearts, each stanza a window into the human spirit's unyielding tenacity. The verses paint a picture of life's voyage, with its tides and tempests, its guiding constellations and profound triumphs, culminating in a triumphant chorus that reverberates through time, a melody of victory that transcends the boundaries of human experience.
Within the embrace of these verses, a tapestry of emotions and visions is woven, a lyrical narrative that traverses the labyrinthine passages of existence. "Patan-Abhyuday-Vandhur Panthaa, Yug Yug Dhaavit Yaatri" marks the inception, a poetic call to life's journey, colored by its ebbs and flows, a voyage embarked upon with solemnity. Amidst this spectrum of experiences, we emerge not as passive observers but as devoted pilgrims, unwavering in our commitment, leaving a trail of footsteps across the epochs.
With "Hey Chira-Saarathi, Tava Ratna-Chakrey Mukharit Path Din-Raatri," the spotlight shifts to an eternal charioteer, a cosmic guide steering the chariot of existence. The wheels, radiant as gems, echo ceaselessly, their rhythm synchronizing with the pulse of day and night. It's more than a mechanical motion; it's a cosmic dance that orchestrates the symphony of time, illuminating the passage with every revolution.
Amidst the crucible of transformation, "Daarun Viplav-Maajhey, Tava Shankh-Dhwani Bajey, Sankat-Dukkh-Traataa," a conch shell's call resonates, a clarion that resounds amid the turmoil. In its reverberating notes lies a potent symbol of strength, a guiding light within chaos. The conch's sound isn't just a mere echo; it's a clarion call that pierces the shadows, offering solace, and leading us away from the grip of despair.
"Jana-Gana-Path-Parichaayak Jaya Hey, Bhaarat-Bhaagya-Vidhaataa," as the verses continue, they honor the guiding figure amidst life's winding trails, a beacon illuminating treacherous paths. This guiding force is more than just a celestial presence; it's the master of destinies, weaving threads of fate with subtle precision. It's a tribute to their artistry in navigating the complex intricacies of existence.
The zenith is reached with "Jaya Hey, Jaya Hey, Jaya Hey, Jaya Jaya Jaya Jaya Hey," a crescendo that resounds like an anthem across time's tapestry. The repetition of 'Jaya' forms a triumphant chorus that reverberates beyond the realm of mere victories. It's an ode to the indomitable spirit that surges through the human soul, a paean to life's relentless momentum.
These verses, meticulously spun, weave a tale of life's journey. Each line is a brushstroke of emotions, every stanza a canvas of human resilience. The verses compose an image of existence's tides and storms, its guiding constellations, and its ultimate triumphant crescendo that transcends the boundaries of mortal endeavors. It's a narrative that encapsulates the essence of our pilgrimage through life, a homage to the charioteer who navigates us through the labyrinth, culminating in an exultant chorus of victory that echoes eternally.
In the midst of the darkest nights, when the land lay ill and enfeebled, a profound stillness reigned over the country. Amidst this haunting gloom, there emerged a vigilant presence – an unwavering guardian with eyes cast low, yet never veering from their watchful duty.
Those eyes, though weary, bore a constant stream of blessings, an unending river of grace that flowed silently through the night. Even as the nation grappled with its ailments, those blessings remained steadfast, their flicker a testament to an eternal commitment.
Amidst the abyss of troubling dreams and the clutching hands of fear, You, Oh Tender Mother, cradled us in Your arms. Your warmth shielded us, a sanctuary of safety amid the tempest of our anxieties.
And in the face of sorrow, You emerged as the beacon of hope, banishing the threefold miseries that had befallen the people. Your hands shaped the destiny of India, an architect of providence, a guiding hand that dispelled the shadows that had once cast their pall over the land.
Victory, a jubilant cry, resounds in your honor – a chorus that echoes through the ages. Victory to You, the ever-watchful, the unwavering. Victory to You, the dispenser of fate, the guardian of India's destiny. With each triumphant declaration, the anthem of celebration swells, a crescendo of gratitude and reverence.
In these verses, the tapestry of devotion is woven, a tribute to the maternal embrace that carried a nation through its trials. It captures the essence of a nation's spirit, of unity and perseverance, of a ceaseless march towards a brighter dawn under the watchful gaze of a loving mother.
Amidst the dense veil of profound darkness, in the shrouded silence of night, when the very heart of the nation was gripped by affliction, a somber pallor engulfed the land. The nation lay in a state of languor, as if caught in the throes of an enervating trance, a collective swoon that held its inhabitants in a grip of uncertainty.
In this bleakest of hours, a luminous presence emerged, like a solitary star piercing through the ink-black canopy. It was a presence endowed with unwavering vigilance, its very essence a beacon of hope. Through eyes that remained steadfastly lowered, as if in a gesture of profound humility, yet bereft of any hint of fatigue, flowed an uninterrupted stream of blessings. Like an eternal river, these blessings cascaded silently, weaving an unseen tapestry of benevolence that wrapped the land in its embrace.
Within the realm of wakefulness, the blessings persisted, an unceasing rain of goodwill, bestowing strength upon the weary souls that traversed through the tempestuous night. These blessings, though hidden behind the curtain of lowered lids, never ceased their watchful gaze. Each gaze was an unspoken promise, an affirmation of steadfast protection that knew no bounds.
As the land was plagued by the torment of nightmarish visions and the grip of paralyzing fear, emerged a haven of solace. This haven, tender and nurturing, was none other than the embodiment of a Loving Mother. With an unwavering tenderness, She cradled the frightened spirits in the refuge of her lap, her protective mantle shielding them from the torments that sought to assail their hearts.
And amid the chorus of suffering that echoed through the land, arose a triumphant cry. A cry that proclaimed the end of misery, a cry that hailed the One who had dispelled the clouds of affliction from the lives of the people. This One, the Weaver of Destiny for the vast expanse of India and beyond, stood as a testament to the undying spirit that had endured, that had risen above the trials and tribulations.
In this resounding victory, in this moment of jubilation, the multitude joins in unison. The air is charged with an electrifying fervor as voices unite, proclaiming Victory! Victory to the One who watched over them during the bleakest nights, who banished suffering with her benevolent gaze. Victory to the Dispenser of Destiny, the guiding force that shaped the path of a nation.
And so, the anthem of reverence and gratitude resounds through time, an ode to the resilience of a nation, an homage to the Loving Mother who cradled her children through the darkest of hours.
In the depths of profound obscurity, where shadows reigned as sovereigns of the night, emerged a saga of profound resonance. It was a tale that unfolded during the darkest hours, when the land itself seemed to wither under the weight of affliction, and a pervasive silence enveloped the very essence of the country. The land lay gripped in a state of torpor, akin to a collective trance, a swoon that seemed to hold it in its sway.
Amidst this formidable tapestry of darkness, a solitary figure arose, an embodiment of hope amidst the pervasive gloom. With an unwavering wakefulness, this presence stood vigil, a sentinel of blessings that flowed ceaselessly. Through eyes that bore a demeanor of humbled reverence, yet shone with an unrelenting intensity, poured forth a torrent of blessings, an inexhaustible font of grace that bathed the land in an unseen luminescence.
In the realm of sleepless vigilance, those blessings persisted, an unbroken cascade of goodwill that fortified the hearts of the beleaguered populace. These blessings, emanating from eyes that remained lowered yet free of the weight of weariness, radiated like constellations, their light a balm to souls navigating the treacherous night.
As the land grappled with the phantoms of nightmares and the clutches of fear, a sanctuary emerged. This refuge was none other than the embodiment of a Loving Mother, whose tenderness transcended all boundaries. Upon her lap, she cradled those who sought solace, providing an unwavering shield against the specters of the night, a bastion of protection against the tides of fear that threatened to engulf.
Amidst the symphony of suffering that echoed through the land, there arose a triumphant chorus. It was a resounding anthem that hailed the dispeller of misery, an accolade to the One who had cast aside the shackles of affliction from the hearts of the people. This One, the Weaver of Destiny for a nation and its realm, stood as a testament to the indomitable spirit that persevered, that transcended the trials and tribulations.
In this crescendo of victory, as voices united in jubilant harmony, an electrifying energy permeated the air. The proclamation of Victory echoed, reverberating across time and space, a tribute to the One who had stood guard through the bleakest of nights, whose unwavering gaze had obliterated suffering. Victory to the Arbiter of Destiny, the compass guiding the trajectory of a nation.
Thus, the anthem of reverence and gratitude surged through the annals of history, a paean to a nation's resilience, a homage to the Loving Mother who cradled her children through the abyss of hours. It was an ode to unity, a tribute to a force that had dispelled despair and guided a nation towards its fate. In the chorus of Victory, the spirit of a land found its triumphant voice, rising in unison to exclaim its eternal gratitude and devotion.
In the heart of profound obscurity, when the world was veiled in the darkest of nights, a tale of remarkable significance unfurled. This chronicle emerged during hours of unparalleled adversity, when an entire nation lay besieged by maladies, caught in the throes of an almost ethereal stupor. The land, draped in a cloak of somber stillness, seemed ensnared in a collective trance, an enchantment that rendered it motionless.
Amidst this tapestry of darkness, a solitary figure emerged, an embodiment of hope that stood resilient in the face of relentless gloom. With a vigilance unyielding, this presence watched over the land, a guardian of blessings whose ceaseless flow defied the very gravity of the night. From eyes lowered in deference but alight with an unwavering luminescence, emanated a cascade of blessings, an inexhaustible stream of benevolence that bathed the surroundings in a soft, radiant glow.
In the realm of ceaseless vigil, these blessings persisted, an unbroken stream of goodwill that fortified the hearts of a beleaguered populace. Such blessings flowed forth from lowered yet steadfast eyes, akin to constellations gleaming in a night sky, each blessing a beacon of comfort to souls navigating the treacherous realms of darkness.
As the land grappled with the phantoms of nightmares and the grip of fear, a sanctuary emerged—a refuge personified by a Loving Mother. Within the cradle of her embrace, she sheltered those seeking solace, offering an impregnable shield against the tides of fear and the specters of the night that threatened to overwhelm. With an affectionate tenderness, she held the tormented spirits close, guarding them against the harrowing dreams and the impending abyss.
Amidst the symphony of suffering that reverberated across the land, a triumphant symphony arose—an anthem that saluted the vanquisher of misery, an ode to the One who had shattered the chains of affliction that had bound the people's hearts. This One, the Architect of Fate for a nation and beyond, stood as a testament to the enduring spirit that weathered the tempestuous trials.
In the crescendo of triumph, as voices harmonized in resounding unity, the very air seemed to pulsate with a fervor that transcended time and space. The proclamation of Victory echoed, carrying with it the essence of profound gratitude and reverence. Victory to the Arbiter of Destiny, the compass guiding a nation's trajectory through the stormy seas of existence.
Hence, the anthem of reverence and thankfulness echoed through the corridors of history, a lyrical homage to a nation's fortitude and the maternal embrace that cradled her children through the abyss of uncertainty. It was a ballad of unity, a tribute to a force that had dispelled despair and steered a nation toward its ineluctable destiny. In the resounding chant of Victory, the spirit of a land found its ultimate expression, rising as one to hail its eternal indebtedness and devotion.
Amidst the profound shroud of darkness, when the world was veiled in obsidian, an epic tale of monumental resonance unfurled its delicate petals. This chronicle, radiant with significance, unveiled itself during hours of the direst tribulation, when an entire realm languished in the grip of affliction. A country, once vibrant and pulsating with life, found itself ensnared within a web of despair, trapped in an almost otherworldly stupor. A hushed stillness settled over the land, akin to a collective trance that bound it in eerie silence.
Amidst this sweeping canvas of darkness, a singular figure emerged, a harbinger of hope in the face of relentless gloom. With a vigilance unwavering, this presence stood sentinel over the beleaguered domain, a guardian of blessings whose unceasing stream defied the very weight of the night. Through eyes that held an air of reverential humility, yet sparkled with an unwavering luminescence, poured forth an unbroken cascade of blessings, an eternal river of benevolence that bathed the surroundings in an ethereal glow.
In the realm of ceaseless vigil, these blessings remained steadfast, a continuous outpouring of goodwill that fortified the hearts of a weary populace. Emerging from eyes lowered in deference yet unburdened by the weight of exhaustion, these blessings shone like constellations in the night sky, each one a beacon of solace to souls navigating the treacherous realms of darkness.
As the land grappled with the phantoms of nightmares and the grip of fear, a haven materialized—a sanctuary personified by a Loving Mother. Upon the lap of this maternal embodiment, those seeking solace found refuge, shielded against the surging tide of fear and the menacing specters of the night. With tenderness that transcended all boundaries, she cradled the spirits in her embrace, guarding them against the tempestuous torrents of fear and the unsettling dreams that sought to infiltrate their hearts.
Amidst the symphony of suffering that echoed across the land, there arose a triumphant crescendo—an anthem that extolled the vanquisher of affliction, a tribute to the One who had shattered the chains of misery that had shackled the hearts of the people. This One, the Weaver of Fate for a nation and its realm, stood as a testimony to the unyielding spirit that persevered through trials and tribulations.
In the zenith of triumph, as voices joined in harmonious unison, the very atmosphere seemed to pulse with an intensity that transcended time and space. The proclamation of Victory reverberated, carrying within its resonance the essence of profound gratitude and awe. Victory to the Arbiter of Destiny, the guiding compass steering a nation's trajectory through the tempestuous seas of existence.
Thus, the anthem of reverence and gratitude resounded through the corridors of history, an eloquent homage to a nation's resilience and the maternal embrace that cradled her children through the abyss of uncertainty. It was a lyrical testament to unity, a tribute to a force that dispelled despair and directed a nation toward its irrevocable destiny. In the resonant chant of Victory, the spirit of a land found its ultimate expression, rising as one to exclaim its eternal devotion and indebtedness.
In the tranquil embrace of dawn's gentle touch,
The night's veil lifts, as a golden Sun does clutch.
Over eastern hills, its radiant glory ascends,
A new day's chapter unfurls, as darkness amends.
Amidst this symphony, the avian choir takes flight,
Their melodies adorn the morn with pure delight.
A sacred zephyr whispers tales of grace,
Breathing life anew, in its soothing embrace.
By the river of compassion, India stirs from its slumber,
The touch of your mercy, its dormant spirit to encumber.
Once dormant, now roused, a nation's heart awakes,
At your sacred feet, its reverence forever takes.
Triumphant King, destiny's weaver of India's fate,
In your cosmic hands, a sovereign's decree does await.
Oh, the anthem of victory, a hymn to your name,
Echoes through time, an undying flame.
Jubilant crescendos of triumph resound,
In every note, your praises are found.
Oh, Victory, Victory, your name we proclaim,
In every sunrise, in every soul's aim.
So let the sun rise, let the birds sing,
In this tapestry of hope, let our dreams take wing.
For in this anthem's verses, a nation's love unfurls,
A song of resilience, where victory whirls.
In the quiet hours between night's retreat,
A symphony of dawn and daybreak meet.
The celestial canvas is painted anew,
As the Sun's rays pierce the eastern blue.
Over hills, the golden crown does climb,
The world awakens to the rhythm of time.
A poetic ode to nature's gentle grace,
As dawn unfolds, painting landscapes we embrace.
The aviary choir commences its song,
Each note, a melody where hearts belong.
A breeze dances through, a blessing bestowed,
Life's elixir poured, as dreams are sowed.
In the tender care of your compassion's light,
India's dormant spirit takes to its flight.
Awakening from slumber, a nation stands tall,
Before your feet, humbly, we lay all.
Triumph in your name, oh majestic king,
The architect of destiny, to you we sing.
Bhaarat's fate guided by your sovereign hand,
A tapestry woven across this sacred land.
Triumphant chants echo, joyously resound,
A chorus of victory, forever unbound.
Jaya, Jaya, Jaya – triumph in the air,
To you, the dispenser of India's care.
So let the morning rise, let the verses flow,
In your praise, a nation's reverence grows.
Victory upon victory, the anthem cries,
In your embrace, India's spirit flies.
In the tender embrace of twilight's surrender,
A passage unfolds where dreams tenderly render.
The celestial stage transitions, night gives way,
As the Sun ascends, casting shadows at bay.
Atop the hills, a golden realm unfurls,
Horizons kissed by the sun's radiant swirls.
A symphony commences, the avian call,
Echoing through the valleys, nature's enthralling thrall.
A breeze, like a benevolent sage's caress,
Whispers secrets of life, a tender finesse.
With each gentle exhale, it carries a boon,
A potion of renewal beneath the rising moon.
In the halo of compassion's radiant grace,
India stirs from its slumber's embrace.
A nation once dormant, now rouses its soul,
In reverence, it stands at destiny's goal.
Upon the soil where legends' footsteps tread,
We place our devotion, humbled heads.
Triumphant Rajeswar, destiny's guide,
In you, our nation's hopes and dreams reside.
Oh, the chant of victory, a hymn so pure,
In your name, India's spirit does endure.
The world bears witness to this anthem's rhyme,
A tribute to your glory throughout time.
So let the night's curtain lift and unveil,
As the saga of a nation continues to trail.
Victory upon victory, the echoes they send,
In your name, India's journey shall ascend.
In the tender moments between night and day,
A canvas of transformation begins its display.
The sunlit strokes of dawn's brush emerge,
As the world awakens from the night's gentle surge.
Over hills that silhouette the sky's canvas wide,
A golden orb ascends with radiant pride.
A chorus of melodies greets the morn's birth,
As birds weave harmonies of intrinsic worth.
A breeze dances softly, a bearer of life's grace,
Whispering tales of renewal through time and space.
Its touch, like a poet's pen, etches verses anew,
As the elixir of vitality infuses life through and through.
Within the halo of compassion's gentle light,
India stirs from dreams into morning's sight.
A nation's soul rouses from slumber's embrace,
Finding solace and purpose at your grace-filled base.
By your compassionate hand, destiny steers,
Awakening a nation to face its ardent years.
At the threshold of your feet, a land bows,
With devotion profound, as time flows.
Triumphant Rajeswar, the architect of fate,
In you, India's saga finds its ultimate weight.
As victory's anthem resounds in the air,
A hymn of gratitude to the world we share.
Oh, the chant of triumph, echoing with pride,
A dedication to you, the nation's revered guide.
In the tapestry of history, your name does stay,
A beacon of hope, guiding the way.
So let the night dissolve, let the dawn persist,
In each radiant ray, in each melodious twist.
The anthem of victory, in hearts does play,
As India's spirit soars with the new day.
In the hushed passage from night to morn,
A grand spectacle of renewal is born.
The curtains of darkness drawn aside,
As the Sun ascends with golden stride.
Over hills, the dawn's artist paints,
A masterpiece of light that never faints.
The world awakens to its tender hues,
Bathing the landscapes in daybreak's cues.
A symphony composed by nature's own,
The birds sing verses from dawn's throne.
Their melodies weave a sacred verse,
In praise of life's blessings, they immerse.
A gentle breeze, a harbinger of grace,
Caresses the world in a gentle embrace.
With whispered tales of hope, it brings,
A promise of new beginnings on its wings.
In the halo of compassion's ethereal glow,
India stirs from slumber, starts to flow.
From dreams to reality, a journey does start,
A nation reborn, with a fervent heart.
Beneath your mantle, O gracious guide,
India wakes to destiny's tide.
On your feet, we lay our dreams and fears,
A land united, despite its diverse spheres.
Triumphant Rajeswar, sovereign and just,
In your name, we place our trust.
A nation's anthem rises high and clear,
A tribute to you, a melody sincere.
Victory upon victory, in joyful refrain,
A nation's gratitude flows like rain.
Jaya, the word that echoes in the air,
A celebration of your legacy's flair.
As the night dissolves, and day emerges bold,
In each sunrise, your story is told.
The victory's chorus rings ever true,
In every heart, in skies of blue.
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