In the tender embrace of dawn's first light,
Your call resounds, a symphony of might,
Hindu, Buddhist, Sikh, Jain, Parsi, Muslim, Christian,
In unity's dance, their hearts entwine, steadfast and certain.
From the East, they journey with a hopeful stride,
From the West, they converge, a world unified,
They weave a garland of love, colors aflame,
A tapestry of faith, where no one lays blame.
Oh, you, the conductor of unity's grand ode,
In your name, they gather, along life's road,
Jana-Gana-Aikya-Vidhaayak, their voices sing,
To the dispenser of India's destiny, they bring.
With reverence profound, their allegiance shines bright,
To a land of ancient wisdom, bathed in the light,
Oh, you who sculpt a nation, strong and free,
Victory to you, dispenser of India's destiny, eternally decree.
Your call unfurls, a celestial lullaby,
Hindu, Buddhist, Sikh, Jain, Parsi, Muslim, Christian,
In harmonious union, they form life's prism.
From the East, they arrive, their spirits take flight,
From the West, they converge, like stars in the night,
They craft love's garland, a tapestry divine,
A mosaic of faiths, in your radiant shrine.
Oh, you, the conductor of unity's grand score,
In your name, they gather, spirits to implore,
Jana-Gana-Aikya-Vidhaayak, their voices soar,
To the dispenser of India's destiny, they adore.
With reverence profound, their devotion unwavering,
To a land of ancient wisdom, ever engraving,
Oh, you who sculpt a nation, strong and free,
Victory to you, dispenser of India's destiny, eternally.
In the dawn's soft whispers, your call does resound,
A harmonious chorus, in every heart, it's found,
Hindu, Buddhist, Sikh, Jain, and more in line,
Together they stand, a tapestry divine.
From the East they journey, from the West they soar,
To your throne, they gather, love's garland they implore,
In unity's embrace, they intertwine,
A symphony of souls, in vibrant design.
Oh, you, the architect of unity's grand scheme,
In your name, they unite, like a tranquil dream,
Jana-Gana-Aikya-Vidhaayak, they raise their voice high,
To the dispenser of India's destiny, they testify.
With reverence profound, they pledge their devotion,
To a land of ancient culture and boundless emotion,
Oh, you who weave a nation, forever free,
Victory to you, dispenser of India's destiny, eternally.
In the gentle hush of dawn's embrace, we hear your beckoning call,
A harmonious melody, your gracious words enthrall,
Hindu, Buddhist, Sikh, Jain, Parsi, Muslim, and Christian,
Together, they stand as one, in unity's radiant prism.
From the Eastern sunrise to the Western shore,
They gather 'round your throne, forever to adore,
They weave a garland of love, in colors bright and true,
A tapestry of diversity, in every shade and hue.
Oh, you, the weaver of unity's grand design,
In your name, they unite, their hearts aligned,
Jana-Gana-Aikya-Vidhaayak, they sing with pride,
Oh, dispenser of India's destiny, the world's divide they'll stride.
With reverence and love, they pledge their loyalty,
To the land of ancient wisdom and eternal sanctity,
Oh, you who forge a nation, undivided and free,
Victory be to you, the dispenser of India's destiny, for all to see.
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