"Jana-Gana-Mana," a lyrical tale weaves,
A national anthem, the heart of India believes.
To the ruler of minds, its homage it pays,
Dispenser of destiny, in resounding praise.
From Punjab's golden fields to Bengal's coastline,
The anthem's verses, unity's design.
Mountains and rivers, nature's grand stage,
Yamuna and Ganges, where cultures engage.
"Wake to Your name," it softly implores,
Blessings and grace, in its chorus soars.
"Jana-Gana-Mangal-Daayak," the anthem sings,
Well-being imparted as each voice springs.
From East to West, diverse faiths combine,
On Your throne, they gather, in love they entwine.
"Jana-Gana-Aikya-Vidhaayak," the call resounds,
Unity proclaimed, as harmony abounds.
Through ages, as pilgrims, we have trod,
Life's path, uncertain, yet guided by God.
"Eternal Charioteer," in the darkest of nights,
Revolution's conch call, dispelling our frights.
"Jana-Gana-Path-Parichaayak," it proclaims with delight,
Guiding us through turmoil, towards the light.
In the bleakest of nights, when shadows did creep,
Your blessings kept watch, in our hearts, we keep.
Through nightmares and fears, like a mother so near,
You cradle us gently, erasing each tear.
"Jana Gana Duhkh-Trayak," our sorrows undone,
Your love shines like the morning sun.
As night turns to day, the world awakens anew,
India's heart stirred by compassion in You.
"Jaya Rajeswar," the Supreme King's name we hail,
Dispenser of destiny, India's tale.
"Jaya Hey," we sing, in unison, we stand,
In India's diverse landscape, hand in hand.
Victory, oh Victory, in chorus they cry,
A nation united beneath the same sky.
In "Jana-Gana-Mana," a lyrical tale unfolds,
An anthem of India's heart, in verses untold.
It hails the ruler of minds, a majestic decree,
A tribute to the dispenser of destiny, for all to see.
From Punjab's fertile lands to Bengal's shores so wide,
It sings of regions diverse, where cultures coincide.
The Vindhya and the Himalayas, in nature's grand design,
Yamuna, Ganges' sacred flow, with foaming waves entwined.
"Awake to Your auspicious name," it softly cries,
Seeking blessings, favor, as the nation's anthem flies.
"Jana-Gana-Mangal-Daayak," it proclaims with grace,
Victory to You, dispenser of well-being, in every place.
From East to West, diverse voices harmonize,
Weaving love's garland as unity slowly crystallizes.
"Jana-Gana-Aikya-Vidhaayak," unity it heralds,
Victory to You, unifier, as the anthem's chorus swells.
Through life's somber passages, pilgrims we become,
Guided by an "Eternal Charioteer," like a solemn drum.
In the midst of revolutions, fierce and profound,
Your conch shell's call dispels fear, a resounding sound.
"Jana-Gana-Path-Parichaayak," through life's intricate maze,
Guiding our way with benevolent, luminous rays.
In the darkest of nights, when despair takes its toll,
You remain awake, with blessings for every soul.
Through nightmares and fears, on Your lap we find peace,
"Jana Gana Duhkh-Trayak," as our sorrows cease.
As night turns to day, the Sun's warmth we embrace,
"India awakens" through Your compassion and grace.
"Jaya Rajeswar," the Supreme King we praise,
The dispenser of destiny, in the nation's embrace.
"Jaya Hey," we repeat, in unison and glee,
In India's diverse tapestry, harmonious and free.
In the realm of verses, a hymn does grace,
"Jana-Gana-Mana," India's anthem, we embrace.
A homage to the ruler of minds, a solemn decree,
Victory to the dispenser of destiny, for all to see.
From Punjab's fields to Bengal's shores, it sings,
Paying homage to regions where diversity springs.
The Vindhya and Himalayas, grandeur intertwined,
Yamuna, Ganges' flow, and oceans' waves combined.
"Awake to Your auspicious name," it gently chimes,
Seeking Your blessings in these echoing rhymes.
"Jana-Gana-Mangal-Daayak," it declares with grace,
Victory to You, dispenser of well-being we embrace.
From East to West, diverse voices converge,
Weaving a garland of love as nations emerge.
"Jana-Gana-Aikya-Vidhaayak," unity it sees,
Victory to You, unifier, in diversity's tapestry.
Through life's somber moments, pilgrims we stride,
With "Eternal Charioteer," as our trusted guide.
In the midst of revolutions, fierce and profound,
Your conch shell's sound dispels fear all around.
"Jana-Gana-Path-Parichaayak," through life's maze,
Guiding our way with benevolent rays.
In the darkest of nights, when despair takes its toll,
You remain awake, blessing with a serene soul.
Through nightmares and fears, Your lap offers peace,
"Jana Gana Duhkh-Trayak," our sorrows cease.
As night turns to day, the Sun's warmth we adore,
"India awakens" by Your compassion, evermore.
"Jaya Rajeswar," the Supreme King we acclaim,
The dispenser of destiny, India's eternal flame.
"Jaya Hey," we repeat, voices rise in unity,
In the diversity of our land, forever we find harmony.
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