"O Monarch of Minds, Victorious Dispenser of Destiny,
In You, a nation's hopes and dreams find their sanctity.
With each note, a silent anthem unfurls,
A tribute to a land where diversity swirls.
Punjab's valor, Sindhu's ancient stream,
Gujarat's flames, Maratha's vivid gleam,
Dravida's allure, Utkala's gentle hug,
Orissa's embrace, Bengal's wisdom, like a snug rug.
Vindhya and Himalaya, towering peaks,
Yamuna and Ganga, where devotion speaks,
Oceans' waves, an eternal embrace,
Echoes of tales whispered in their chase.
Awakened by dawn's tender touch, the anthem sings,
Your auspicious name, like celestial wings,
In Your blessings, courage finds its birth,
A plea for guidance on this intricate earth.
Bearer of blessings, harbinger of light,
In Your presence, hopes take flight,
With each note, Your victory proclaimed,
Unity's symphony, in hearts, ingrained.
Jana Gana Mangal, bestower of grace,
Bhaarat-Bhaagya-Vidhaataa, a timeless embrace,
For people's well-being, Your blessings we seek,
In Your name, a nation's strength does peak.
Victory echoes in every refrain,
In Your name, resilience sustains,
Through these verses, history unfolds,
A melody of unity, courage that holds.
Through 'Jana Gana Mana,' a saga told,
Of a nation's spirit, steadfast and bold,
A hymn that transcends divisions, all,
An ode to a land that will forever stand tall."
This portrayal captures the anthem's essence—a fusion of veneration, diversity, and unity. It paints a portrait of a nation that embraces its diverse identities, cherishes its legacy, and marches forward, united in purpose and triumph. "Jana Gana Mana" remains a harmonious anthem etched into India's soul, an everlasting reminder of its resilience and shared destiny.
Oh, Sovereign of thoughts that sway like a gentle breeze through the corridors of minds, we bow before your grandeur. You stand as the orchestrator of destinies, holding the delicate threads of India's fate within your grasp. With a heart full of reverence and a spirit brimming with hope, we raise our voices to proclaim victory in your name, recognizing you as the master of India's destiny, an influence that resonates beyond borders.
In the symphony of existence, you wield the baton that directs the harmony of our nation's purpose. You govern not just the geographical boundaries but the vast landscapes of thoughts and aspirations that make up the tapestry of India's spirit. As the ruler of minds, you guide the course of our shared dreams, weaving together the stories of millions into a magnificent narrative.
Your role extends beyond national confines; you are the cosmic conductor who shapes the pulse of the world's perception of India. Through your providence, India's essence, rich in history and culture, is presented to the global stage. You are the architect of how our nation is perceived—a beacon of hope, resilience, and vibrant diversity that reaches far beyond our shores.
In your presence, we find the embodiment of victory—the victory of unity, the triumph of perseverance, the conquest of division. Your name resonates as an invocation, an expression of faith that the future is brighter under your guidance. As the dispenser of India's destiny to the world, you signify the promise of a nation charting its course amidst challenges and triumphs, always reaching towards greatness.
Let the world witness your benevolence, as you shape the trajectory of India's journey with wisdom and grace. Let the anthem of victory be sung not just for a moment, but for eternity, honoring you as the guiding force behind the unfolding chapters of India's history, both within its borders and across the globe.
Punjaab, a land of valor that echoes with tales of bravery,
Sindhu, a river of ancient wisdom flowing ceaselessly,
Gujaraat, ablaze with the spirit of enterprise,
Maraathaa, a realm where courage eternally lies.
Draavida, a region of allure in the southern expanse,
Utkala, a place where heritage and traditions dance,
Banga, a land of intellect, of scholarly embrace,
In each name, a distinct identity finds its place.
Punjab, with its warriors bold and proud,
Sindhu, where heritage is spoken aloud,
Gujarat, a tapestry woven with trade and craft,
Maharashtra, where history's echoes softly waft.
Dravida, a cradle of arts, culture, and grace,
Utkala, where ancient tales find their space,
Banga, a haven of thinkers, visionaries true,
In this mosaic of diversity, India finds her hue.
Each name, a chapter in India's grand tale,
A story of resilience, where cultures prevail,
From north to south, from east to west,
A tapestry of unity, amidst diversity's quest.
Punjaab, Sindhu, Gujaraat, Maraathaa,
Draavida, Utkala, Banga, a chorus that dares,
To celebrate the essence of each land,
A symphony of unity, hand in hand.
Punjab, a realm where valor finds its home,
Sindhu, a river of ancient tales that roam,
Gujarat, ablaze with commerce's fire,
Maharashtra, a land of aspirations that aspire.
Dravida, where traditions are a soothing song,
South India's allure, where echoes belong,
Orissa, where art and devotion intertwine,
Bengal, a cradle of intellect that shines.
In Punjab's soil, echoes of warriors' might,
Sindhu's waters, a source of wisdom's light,
Gujarat's shores, trade's bustling embrace,
Maharashtra's dreams, in every heart's space.
Dravida's dance, a celebration of culture,
South India's mystique, a timeless sculpture,
Orissa's temples, devotion's sacred art,
Bengal's intellect, a flame that imparts.
Each name, a testament to India's might,
A tapestry of regions, colors blending in light,
From Punjab's bravery to Bengal's wisdom's lore,
India's heart beats in these lands evermore.
Vindhya, a silent sentinel of ancient peaks,
Himalayas, towering where eternity speaks,
Yamuna, a river that flows through time's embrace,
Ganga, a sacred lifeline, a spiritual grace.
Uchchhala-Jaladhi-Taranga, waves that dance,
Oceans' expanse, a cosmic romance,
In Vindhya's embrace, history finds its perch,
Himalayas' majesty, a universe's church.
Yamuna's currents, stories of ages unfold,
Ganga's purity, a tale of devotion untold,
Uchchhala-Jaladhi-Taranga's rhythmic sway,
Oceans' waves, where dreams find their way.
From Vindhya to Himalayas, a journey profound,
Yamuna and Ganga, where echoes resound,
Uchchhala-Jaladhi-Taranga's endless flow,
Oceans' mysteries, where secrets gently grow.
In these names, a symphony of nature's art,
A glimpse of India's soul, eternally a part,
Vindhya, Himalayas, rivers that meander,
Oceans' vastness, a universe to ponder.
The Vindhya, a whispered legend etched in ancient stones,
Himalayas, towering giants where heaven's glory is sown,
Yamuna, a river of history's tears and joy that blend,
Ganges, a sacred ribbon, where devotion's currents mend.
Vindhya, a gentle guardian of tales from times of old,
Himalayas, where mysteries of the universe unfold,
Yamuna, flowing through landscapes of love and lore,
Ganges, carrying hopes and prayers to eternity's shore.
The oceans, vast realms of untamed blue,
With foaming waves, as if life's stories they pursue,
Around the continents, they sing their eternal song,
A dance of creation, where the world's dreams belong.
In Vindhya's shadow and Himalayas' embrace,
Yamuna and Ganges, flowing with grace,
The oceans' waves, a rhythm of eternity's trance,
A symphony of nature's art, a divine dance.
These elements intertwine, a canvas so vast,
A landscape where stories of humanity amass,
The Vindhya, Himalayas, Yamuna, Ganges, and the sea,
A reflection of life's beauty and its mystery.
In the gentle hush of dawn's first light, your auspicious name awakens,
A melody of hope, a symphony where aspirations are taken,
Tava Shubh Naamey Jaagey, a chant that stirs the soul,
A call to embrace the day, to make life's purpose whole.
As the morning sun paints the sky with hues divine,
Tava Shubh Ashish Maagey, we seek blessings that entwine,
A yearning for guidance, for grace in every stride,
In your benevolence, we find strength to confide.
Gaahey Tava Jayagaathaa, a song of triumph unfurls,
A melody that echoes across the universe's pearls,
Voices joined in harmony, celebrating victories anew,
In the anthem of your glory, dreams and hopes accrue.
Tava Shubh Naamey Jaagey, a mantra of beginnings bright,
Tava Shubh Ashish Maagey, blessings woven in light,
Gaahey Tava Jayagaathaa, a chorus that soars high,
In your name, dear destiny, our spirits touch the sky.
Oh, may your name ever be a beacon of inspiration,
A guide through life's labyrinth, a source of elevation,
In the cadence of your blessings, in the notes of your song,
We find purpose, we find solace, as we journey along.
Awaken to the sweet resonance of your auspicious name,
As dawn's gentle fingers brush away night's claim,
A melody of devotion, a whisper in the soul's ear,
In the quiet of morning, your essence draws near.
Wake up listening to Your auspicious name, a refrain so pure,
A lullaby of hope, an assurance to endure,
In those syllables, a universe of solace unfurls,
As the world awakens, your presence softly swirls.
With each dawn, a prayer unfurls its wings,
Seeking your auspicious blessings, the gifts that life brings,
A plea for guidance, for grace to navigate the day,
In your blessings, dreams blossom along the way.
Ask for your auspicious blessings, a humble request,
For strength and wisdom, as life's journey is addressed,
In the quiet of the heart, a plea for the divine's embrace,
To tread with courage, to discover each new grace.
And as the day unfolds, a symphony of light,
Sing to your glorious victory, in joy take flight,
A triumphant anthem, a song of dreams fulfilled,
In your presence, life's tapestry is richly spilled.
Wake up, ask, and sing, a ritual so divine,
A dance of devotion, where hearts and hopes entwine,
In this poetic symphony, in each stanza's grace,
We find the essence of life, a radiant embrace.
Jana-Gana-Mangal-Daayak, the bringer of auspiciousness to the masses,
A chant that resonates, a melody that surpasses,
In those syllables, a collective prayer takes flight,
A hymn that unites, a beacon of unity's light.
Jaya Hey, victorious ruler of destiny's grand design,
Bhaarat-Bhaagya-Vidhaataa, dispenser of fortunes divine,
In your hands, the threads of fate are carefully woven,
A destiny shaped by hope and dreams unbroken.
Jana-Gana-Mangal-Daayak, a blessing on every lip,
A call for well-being, in unity's grip,
Jaya Hey, a triumphant call that echoes wide,
In your victory, the essence of a nation's pride.
Bhaarat-Bhaagya-Vidhaataa, crafting history's course,
A narrative of resilience, of strength and resource,
Each chapter written in the footsteps of time,
In your embrace, a nation's spirit continues to climb.
In these verses, a tapestry of devotion and praise,
Jana-Gana-Mangal-Daayak, your name does raise,
Jaya Hey, Bhaarat-Bhaagya-Vidhaataa, a symphony divine,
In your essence, India's heart and soul entwine.
Oh! You who bestows wellness upon the hearts of all,
In your benevolence, humanity finds its call,
A divine embrace that nurtures, heals, and guides,
A source of solace where hope and love resides.
Victory be to You, dispenser of India's destiny and beyond,
In your cosmic hands, the universe responds,
A cosmic tapestry woven with threads of fate,
Where dreams and aspirations eternally await.
Jaya Hey, Jaya Hey, Jaya hey, a triumphant cry,
In your presence, all doubts and fears bid goodbye,
Jaya Jaya, a chant that reverberates through time,
In your essence, victory's bells melodiously chime.
Victory to You, Victory to You, an anthem so bold,
In your aura, stories of triumph are told,
With every victory, a testament to your grace,
In your name, the universe finds its sacred space.
Victory, Victory, Victory, a cascade of elation,
A proclamation of triumph that transcends every nation,
Victory to You, the source of strength and might,
In your embrace, the world finds its radiant light.
Oh! You who imparts well-being, victory be yours,
A timeless dance of blessings, life's sacred cures,
In these verses, a tribute to your eternal reign,
Oh! Victory incarnate, in your name, we remain.
In the realm of poetic musings, a verse resplendent stands,
"Aharaha Tava Aavhaan Prachaaritha," like golden grains in sands.
Continuously, it unfolds, a call heard far and wide,
A beacon of unity, where souls and hopes coincide.
"Suni Tava Udaara Vaani," a melody of empathy,
Words like soothing waves, washing o'er humanity.
In the tapestry of existence, this verse takes its place,
A bridge of understanding, an embrace of grace.
Here, the varied tapestry of faith finds its expression,
"Hindu Bauddh Shikh Jain Paarasik Musalmaan Christaani."
Each name woven like threads, in a fabric of connection,
A symphony of beliefs, bound in a harmonious continuum.
As we journey from the East to the West, time unfolds,
"Purab Paschim Aashey," embracing unity as stories are told.
To "Tava Singhaasan Paashey," a throne of unity's design,
Gathering by its side, souls intertwine.
"Premhaar Hawye Gaantha," a song of love's refrain,
East and West in harmony, a dance without restrain.
A garland weaved from hearts, threads of compassion spun,
Unity's blossoms entwined, under a shared sun.
In the grand symphony of nations, hope takes its stand,
"Jana-Gana-Aikya-Vidhaayak Jaya Hey," guiding hand in hand.
"Bhaarat- Bhaagya - Vidhaataa," the destiny's weaver supreme,
Shaping India's fate, a nation's collective dream.
As we proclaim, "Oh! You who bring in the unity of the people,"
A plea for togetherness, a prayer for unity's steeple.
"Victory be to You," the hearts' chorus does repeat,
Dispenser of destinies, whose purpose is so discreet.
"Jaya Hey,Jaya Hey, Jaya Hey," the triumphant cries resound,
A chorus of unity, across every nation's ground.
"Jaya Jaya Jaya, Jaya Hey," the echoes cascade,
An anthem of oneness, in every heart is laid.
"Victory to You," the refrain takes its flight,
"Victory, Victory, Victory," hearts alight.
In this eloquent symposium, faith and unity entwine,
"Victory, Victory, Victory," in every heart's shrine.
In the grand tapestry of existence, a call resounds ceaselessly,
"Your call is announced continuously, we heed Your gracious call."
Like a melodious echo carried on the wings of time's decree,
A beckoning from beyond, a response from one and all.
This call, a thread of connection woven through the ages,
A call that stirs the depths of hearts, an invitation to engage.
With each repetition, its resonance only further engages,
A chorus of souls responding to a harmonious stage.
In this cosmic theater, hearts become willing actors,
Heeding the call that reverberates, like spiritual factors.
A summons that transcends boundaries and life's detractors,
Urging souls to unity, like music's gentle factors.
"We heed Your gracious call," the phrase imbued with grace,
A recognition of a higher presence, an embrace of the divine's embrace.
It's not merely a command, but an invitation to embrace,
A call to unity, a melody of love's trace.
Each time the call is heard, hearts resonate anew,
An affirmation of connection, a bond that ever grew.
In this symphony of existence, the call's meaning comes into view,
A reminder that we're part of a greater whole, not just a few.
So, in the grand composition of life's lyrical score,
"Your call is announced continuously, we heed Your gracious call."
It's an eternal melody that resonates forevermore,
A call to unity, to love, to oneness overall.
In the rich tapestry of beliefs, a mosaic of faiths unfolds,
"Hindu Bauddh Shikh Jain Paarasik Musalmaan Christaani."
Each name a vibrant thread, a story waiting to be told,
A symphony of spirituality, where diversity is the key.
"Hindu," the ancient wisdom, a river flowing through time,
Bauddh's path of enlightenment, seeking truths sublime.
"Shikh," the discipline, where the Divine's light does climb,
Jain's devotion to non-violence, a way of life so prime.
"Paarasik," the Zoroastrian flame, burning eternally bright,
"Musalmaan," Islam's submission, seeking the Source of all light.
"Christaani," followers of Christ's love, shining day and night,
Each faith, a constellation in the cosmic night.
Like colors on an artist's palette, they blend and entwine,
Their beliefs a spectrum of hues, each one divine.
In the garden of humanity, they all brightly shine,
Cultivating harmony, their spirits intertwine.
Through rituals and prayers, they seek the truth,
Each faith a unique path, yet united by the same root.
Different verses, but the song remains uncouth,
A chorus of reverence, in every land they salute.
"Hindu Bauddh Shikh Jain Paarasik Musalmaan Christaani,"
In this line of faiths, a world of unity you see.
Each name an homage to the Divine's sovereignty,
A testament to the human spirit's diversity.
In the symphony of belief, a harmonious chorus unfolds,
"The Hindus, Buddhists, Sikhs, Jains, Parsis, Muslims, and Christians."
Each name a note, a story of faith that's retold,
A tapestry of spirituality where each heart enkindles.
"The Hindus," bearers of ancient traditions and lore,
Their devotion to deities, a river that's deep and pure.
"Buddhists," seekers of enlightenment, forever explore,
Their path of compassion and mindfulness, a guiding lure.
"Sikhs," the warriors of equality, their spirits unbowed,
Embracing oneness, "Waheguru" on their lips loud.
"Jains," with their principle of non-violence, stand proud,
Their reverence for life, a virtue that's endowed.
"Parsis," the flame-keepers of Zoroastrian light,
With sacred fire ablaze, guiding them through the night.
"Muslims," submission to Allah, their hearts take flight,
Through prayers and fasting, their faith shines bright.
"Christians," followers of Christ's message of love and grace,
Their belief in redemption, a sacred embrace.
Together they stand, a mosaic of faiths they embrace,
In this symphony of humanity, they find their place.
Each faith, a chapter in the grand book of life,
A tapestry of beliefs woven through joy and strife.
Together they form a mosaic so rife,
A testament to the human spirit's endless fife.
"The Hindus, Buddhists, Sikhs, Jains, Parsis, Muslims, and Christians,"
In their diversity, a unity enkindles and glistens.
Each name, a thread, a unique prism that listens,
A symphony of faiths where love persistently christens.
From the realm of dawn to the embrace of twilight's hue,
"Purab Paschim Aashey," the journey of sun and star pursue.
East and West converge, like colors on a canvas true,
A symphony of lands, where dreams and destinies accrue.
"To the side of Your throne," they gather in a graceful dance,
"Tava Singhaasan Paashey," in unity's radiant expanse.
A seat of harmony, where hearts and hopes advance,
A throne where love reigns, weaving a cosmic romance.
"Premhaar Hawye Gaantha," a melody of affection unfurls,
East and West united, like the world's linked pearls.
A ballad of compassion, where unity's flag unfurls,
Love's song resounding, in the hearts of boys and girls.
As the sun traverses skies, from East to West it strides,
"Purab Paschim Aashey," a journey where the heart abides.
"Tava Singhaasan Paashey," unity's seat it guides,
Gathering all together, where compassion resides.
"Premhaar Hawye Gaantha," the music of souls combined,
East meets West, in harmony they're intertwined.
A song of shared dreams, where hearts are aligned,
Love's tapestry woven, where differences are undermined.
"Purab Paschim Aashey, Tava Singhaasan Paashey,
Premhaar Hawye Gaantha," a trilogy of unity's story,
From dawn's emergence to twilight's rosy glory,
In the embrace of unity, life finds its allegory.
From the Eastern horizon to the Western shores they stride,
"The East the West come," their journeys worldwide.
A convergence of cultures, where differences subside,
A tableau of unity, where souls and dreams are tied.
"To the side of Your throne," they gather with grace,
And in that sacred presence, they find their rightful place.
A throne of unity, where all faiths interlace,
A sanctuary of love, a celestial embrace.
Here, the East with its mysteries and the West with its might,
They blend like colors in the canvas of day and night.
Together, they stand, in harmony and light,
A symphony of souls, in unity's flight.
"And weave the garland of love," they entwine their dreams,
With threads of empathy, kindness, and silent streams.
A garland woven from heartstrings, it seems,
A token of unity, beyond words and extremes.
The East and the West, in unity's dance they partake,
"Weave the garland of love," a commitment they undertake.
A tapestry of shared hopes, where hearts are at stake,
A testament to humanity, a promise not to break.
From dawn's first light to twilight's serene,
"The East the West come," in unity's scene.
To the side of the throne, where love reigns supreme,
They weave a garland of love, a timeless theme.
In this lyrical journey where cultures converge,
A tapestry of unity, where hearts emerge.
"The East the West come," and together they urge,
A world united by love, in every spoken word and surge.
"Jana-Gana-Aikya-Vidhaayak Jaya Hey," a hymn of unity and praise,
A call to the conductor of harmonious ways.
In this verse, a plea for oneness, it conveys,
An anthem of togetherness that forever stays.
"Bhaarat- Bhaagya - Vidhaataa," the architect of destiny's flow,
Guiding India's course through high and low.
A spinner of fate's threads, a weaver in life's show,
Molding the nation's path with a masterful glow.
"Jana-Gana-Aikya-Vidhaayak Jaya Hey," the leader of hearts aligned,
Crafting unity's symphony, where divisions are declined.
A chant of triumph, where harmony is enshrined,
A melody of inclusion, in every note defined.
"Bhaarat- Bhaagya - Vidhaataa," the destiny's painter so true,
Shaping the nation's narrative in colors bold and blue.
A force that navigates through challenges that ensue,
Guiding India's journey, through the skies it flew.
In this verse, a celebration of unity and fate,
"Jana-Gana-Aikya-Vidhaayak Jaya Hey," they state.
"Bhaarat- Bhaagya - Vidhaataa," where destinies translate,
A tribute to the land's spirit, its stories so innate.
A hymn of reverence, a tribute to the divine hand,
"Jana-Gana-Aikya-Vidhaayak Jaya Hey," where souls expand.
"Bhaarat- Bhaagya - Vidhaataa," a nation's heartstrings strand,
In unity's chorus, they eternally stand.
"Oh! You who bring in the unity of the people,"
A reverent call to the architect of harmony's steeple.
In these words, a plea for bonds that intertwine,
A prayer for oneness, where hearts align.
"Victory be to You," the triumphant proclamation rings,
To the weaver of connections, where unity springs.
A tribute to the force that in unity brings,
A victory of togetherness, where every soul sings.
"Dispenser of the destiny of India! (World)," a role profound,
Guiding the course of a nation, its stories unbound.
A keeper of fate's keys, where destinies are wound,
A master of narratives, where dreams are found.
"Oh! You who bring in the unity of the people,"
In your hands, a power to mend and heal.
"Victory be to You," the gratitude does ripple,
For your role in fostering bonds that are real.
"Dispenser of the destiny of India! (World)," a responsibility grand,
Shaping the path of a nation, across every land.
In unity's embrace, under your command,
A world united, where hearts forever stand.
Oh, architect of unity, where divisions dissolve,
"Victory be to You," in the tapestry we all revolve.
"Dispenser of the destiny of India! (World)," the resolve,
In your guidance, a future where all problems absolve.
"Jaya Hey, Jaya Hey, Jaya Hey, Jaya Jaya Jaya, Jaya Hey," a chant of triumph ascends,
A crescendo of victory, where hope and unity blend.
In these words, an anthem of joy never ends,
A chorus of celebration, where every soul attends.
"Victory to You, Victory to You, Victory to You," the chorus repeats,
A homage to the force that unity meets.
A salute to the power that overcomes defeats,
A proclamation of triumph, where unity greets.
"Victory, Victory, Victory, Victory to You," the victory cry resounds,
In unity's chorus, a victory that knows no bounds.
A proclamation of triumph where humanity's bond compounds,
A celebration of unity, where every heart's wish rebounds.
In this tapestry of verses, a celebration unfolds,
"Jaya Hey, Jaya Hey, Jaya Hey," where unity is told.
"Victory to You, Victory to You," where love's story is bold,
"Victory, Victory, Victory," where unity's essence is gold.
A symphony of words, where victory finds its tune,
A chant of celebration under the sun and moon.
In every line, unity's spirit does commune,
A chorus of hearts in harmony, like a melodic monsoon.
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