"O Sovereign of thoughts, conductor of souls,
In Your honor, a symphony unrolls,
Dispenser of destinies, guardian of fate,
In Your essence, India finds its state.
Punjab's vigor and Sindhu's ancient flow,
Gujarat's fire and Maratha's glow,
Dravida's allure, Utkala's grace,
Bengal's wisdom, Orissa's embrace.
Vindhya and Himalaya, sentinels high,
Yamuna and Ganga, stories amplify,
Oceans' waves, a dance of the unknown,
Within their depths, a history is sown.
As dawn's touch brings the world to view,
Your name awakens, hearts renew,
In Your blessings, strength is found,
A plea for guidance, forever bound.
Bearer of blessings, keeper of dreams,
In Your embrace, the nation gleams,
With each note, Your victory is sung,
Uniting hearts, old and young.
Jana Gana Mangal, bestower of grace,
Bhaarat-Bhaagya-Vidhaataa, a guiding embrace,
For the people's well-being, You steer,
In every heart, Your essence is clear.
In 'Jaya Hey,' the anthem soars,
A chorus of unity, the nation adores,
With each utterance, spirits rise,
A tribute to a land that defies.
Victory proclaimed, a resounding cry,
In Your name, hearts unify,
Through these verses, a legacy's ink is spilled,
A symphony of unity, forever filled.
Through 'Jana Gana Mana,' history is laid,
A song of courage, a legacy displayed,
A hymn that unites, a melody's birth,
An ode to a nation, a vibrant earth."
This poetic interpretation captures the anthem's essence—a blend of devotion, pride, and unity. It encapsulates the spirit of a nation that stands tall amidst its diversity, celebrating its heritage, and embracing a future of collective triumph. "Jana Gana Mana" remains an eternal anthem, resonating in every heart as a melody of unity and strength.
"Jana Gana Mana," India's poetic proclamation, encapsulates the soul of a nation within its verses, a stirring anthem that invokes history, unity, and an unyielding spirit. It unfolds as a lyrical tapestry, weaving together the essence of devotion and patriotism.
"O Ruler of minds, conductor of hearts,
In Your presence, a symphony imparts,
Dispenser of destinies, guardian of the land,
In Your name, India's destiny stands.
Punjab's vigor and Sindhu's timeless flow,
Gujarat's fire, Maratha's valor aglow,
Dravida's allure, Utkala's radiant grace,
Bengal's intellect, Orissa's embrace.
Vindhya and Himalaya, guardians so bold,
Yamuna and Ganga, legends they hold,
Oceans' waves, a dance of life,
In their ebb and flow, challenges are rife.
As dawn's light illuminates the skies,
Your name awakens souls, hearts arise,
In Your blessings, strength is sought,
A plea for guidance, lessons to be taught.
Bearer of blessings, keeper of dreams,
In Your embrace, a nation gleams,
With each note, Your victory chimes,
Uniting hearts in these rhythmic rhymes.
Jana Gana Mangal, bestower of light,
Bhaarat-Bhaagya-Vidhaataa, in Your sight,
For the well-being of people, You lead,
In every heart, Your essence takes seed.
In 'Jaya Hey,' victory's call,
A chorus of unity, breaking the wall,
With every utterance, spirits rise,
A tribute to a land that defies.
Victory proclaimed in each refrain,
In Your name, the anthem's strain,
Through these verses, a legacy untold,
A symphony of unity, forever bold.
In 'Jana Gana Mana,' a journey's tale,
A song of courage, through history's veil,
A hymn that resonates, a melody divine,
An ode to a nation, through every line."
This poetic rendering captures the anthem's essence—a harmonious blend of pride, diversity, and unity. It encapsulates the journey of a nation, its struggles and triumphs, its past, present, and future, all encapsulated in the anthem's verses. "Jana Gana Mana" stands as an enduring anthem, a musical emblem of the undying spirit of India.
"Jana Gana Mana," the anthem that weaves the heartbeats of a nation into words, emerges as a lyrical masterpiece, resonating with devotion, history, and unity. Within its verses lies an ode to the diverse tapestry of India and the indomitable spirit that binds its people.
"O Sovereign of hearts, orchestrator of minds,
In Your honor, the anthem unwinds,
Dispenser of India's destiny, its lore,
In Your essence, a nation's core.
From Punjab's golden fields to Sindhu's ancient tide,
Gujarat's zeal and Maratha's pride,
Dravida's mystique, Utkala's embrace,
Orissa's stories, Bengal's grace.
Vindhya and Himalaya, guardians tall,
Yamuna and Ganga, stories enthral,
Oceans' waves, a journey's dance,
In their embrace, dreams advance.
As dawn's blush touches the sky,
A whispered call, the day draws nigh,
In Your blessings, courage is found,
A plea for strength, hearts unbound.
Bearer of blessings, guardian of dreams,
In Your light, a nation gleams,
With each note, Your victory resounds,
A chorus of unity, heartstrings it bounds.
Jana Gana Mangal, harbinger of mirth,
Bhaarat-Bhaagya-Vidhaataa, a guiding hearth,
For the people's well-being, You chart,
In every soul, You eternally impart.
In 'Jaya Hey,' victory's refrain,
A chorus that rises, breaking the chain,
With each utterance, spirits rise,
A tribute to a nation's highs.
Victory, victory, the anthem proclaims,
In Your name, a symphony of aims,
In these verses, a nation's journey is scrolled,
A unity of voices, a legacy bold.
Through 'Jana Gana Mana,' history unfolds,
A melody of courage, a tale of the old,
A hymn that binds, transcending time,
An eternal ode, in every heart's chime."
This poetic portrayal encapsulates the anthem's essence—an anthem of unity, diversity, and unwavering devotion. It paints a picture of a nation that celebrates its roots, honors its present, and envisions a future united under the banner of victory. "Jana Gana Mana" remains eternally woven into the soul of India, a melody that harmonizes the voices of millions.
"Jana Gana Mana," India's anthem of pride, unfurls its poetic tapestry, weaving a melody of reverence, unity, and a deep-rooted connection to the land's soul. In each verse, it paints a portrait of a diverse nation bound by its shared heritage.
"O Sovereign of thoughts, conductor of hearts,
In Your honor, a symphony starts,
Dispenser of destinies, guiding light,
In You, India finds its might.
Punjab's fields and Sindhu's timeless flow,
Gujarat's flame and Maratha's glow,
Dravida's allure, Utkala's grace,
Bengal's wisdom, Orissa's embrace.
Vindhya and Himalaya, towering high,
Yamuna and Ganga, tales they imply,
Oceans' waves, a journey untold,
In their embrace, stories unfold.
As dawn whispers Your name anew,
Awakening a land, strong and true,
In Your blessings, strength is found,
A prayer for courage, unbound.
Bearer of blessings, guardian of lore,
In Your guidance, we explore,
With each note, Your victory sings,
Uniting hearts, like golden strings.
Jana Gana Mangal, harbinger of hope,
Bhaarat-Bhaagya-Vidhaataa, a timeless scope,
For the people's welfare, You guide,
In every soul, Your presence resides.
In 'Jaya Hey,' victory's song,
A chorus that echoes, loud and strong,
With each utterance, a spirit takes flight,
A tribute to the nation's might.
Victory proclaimed, a resounding call,
In Your name, hearts enthrall,
With these verses, a nation's tale,
A unity of voices, a bond that won't fail.
Through 'Jana Gana Mana,' a journey unfolds,
A heritage cherished, a future it holds,
A hymn that unites, a melody so true,
A timeless ode, from me to you."
This poetic depiction captures the anthem's essence—a blend of gratitude, unity, and honor. It encapsulates the spirit of a nation that stands united despite its diversity, celebrating its shared history, and looking forward to a future of unity and triumph. "Jana Gana Mana" resonates in the heart of every Indian, an anthem that echoes through generations as a song of unity and strength.
"Jana Gana Mana," the anthem that echoes through the heart of India, is a symphony of words, a lyrical testament to the nation's soul. With each verse, it unfurls a story of devotion, unity, and an unbreakable bond with the land.
"O Ruler of minds, master of destinies,
To You, our anthem rises on gentle breeze,
Dispenser of India's fate, its very core,
In Your embrace, dreams and hopes restore.
Punjab's vigor and Sindhu's ancient flow,
Gujarat's fire and Maratha's valor aglow,
Dravida's mystique, Utkala's noble stride,
Orissa's tales and Bengal's intellect abide.
Vindhya and Himalaya, sentinels bold,
Yamuna and Ganga, stories untold,
Oceans' waves, a dance of might,
In their embrace, lives take flight.
As dawn paints the sky, Your name awakens,
A hymn of hope, where devotion beckons,
In Your blessings, strength is sought,
A prayer for every challenge, every thought.
Oh, bearer of well-being, guardian of all,
In Your grace, we stand tall,
With every note, Your victory rings,
A unity of voices, the heartstrings sing.
Jana Gana Mangal, bestower of light,
Bhaarat-Bhaagya-Vidhaataa, the nation's might,
To the people's welfare, You steer,
In Your essence, unity is clear.
In 'Jaya Hey,' victory's anthem begins,
A chorus of unity that never dims,
With each utterance, spirits soar,
A tribute to the nation's core.
Victory proclaimed with each refrain,
In Your name, a harmonious chain,
In these verses, a nation's story told,
A symphony of unity, brave and bold.
Through 'Jana Gana Mana,' history unfolds,
A tapestry of courage, a tale of old,
A hymn that binds, a melody that binds,
A timeless ode to India's binds."
This poetic exploration captures the anthem's essence—a blend of devotion, unity, and honor. It weaves a tale of a land that rises together, acknowledging its diversity, cherishing its heritage, and uniting under the banner of victory. "Jana Gana Mana" continues to resonate, etching its verses in the collective memory, an anthem that embodies the soul of a nation.
Amidst verses that resonate like sacred hymns of old,
"Aharaha Tava Aavhaan Prachaaritha," a call of unity, bold.
Unbroken and unwavering, its echoes softly fall,
Hearts heed its melody, answering its soulful call.
"Suni Tava Udaara Vaani," a river of compassion's flow,
Words of solace, a balm for hearts that glow.
"Hindu Bauddh Shikh Jain Paarasik Musalmaan Christaani,"
Names like notes on a symphony, humanity's harmony.
Within this poetic tableau, faiths interlace,
"The Hindus, Buddhists, Sikhs, Jains, Parsis, Muslims, and Christians" embrace.
Each belief a brushstroke, a hue in a divine art,
A canvas of unity, where all play their part.
From the horizon of dawn to the dusk's embrace,
"Purab Paschim Aashey," they converge, a timeless race.
To "Tava Singhaasan Paashey," a throne of unity so grand,
Gathering by its side, weaving love's enduring band.
"Premhaar Hawye Gaantha," a song of hearts combined,
East and West, their melodies forever intertwined.
A garland woven with threads of empathy and care,
A tapestry of unity, a bond beyond compare.
"Jana-Gana-Aikya-Vidhaayak Jaya Hey," they sing in unison,
Composer of unity's song, guiding every vision.
"Bhaarat- Bhaagya - Vidhaataa," crafting destiny's line,
Steering India's course with wisdom so divine.
"Oh! You who bring in the unity of the people,"
A plea for harmony, where differences peacefully mingle.
"Victory be to You," the fervent prayer ascends,
Dispenser of destinies, on whom every hope depends.
"Jaya Hey,Jaya Hey, Jaya Hey," a triumphant chant,
Unity's anthem, in hearts enchant.
"Jaya Jaya Jaya, Jaya Hey," the echoes resound,
A celebration of togetherness, in every voice found.
"Victory to You," the refrain repeats its plea,
"Victory, Victory, Victory," resounding and free.
In this tapestry of verse, faith and unity combine,
"Victory, Victory, Victory," a testament to a world that shines.
In the hallowed verses' tapestry, a tale of unity takes its stance,
"Aharaha Tava Aavhaan Prachaaritha," an invocation to enhance.
An ever-echoing call, like a river's steady flow,
Hearts heed its message, harmonizing high and low.
"Suni Tava Udaara Vaani," a melody serene,
Words like threads of empathy, weaving a pristine scene.
"Hindu Bauddh Shikh Jain Paarasik Musalmaan Christaani,"
Faiths arrayed like petals, in a garden unseen.
Within this poetic panorama, diverse paths converge,
"The Hindus, Buddhists, Sikhs, Jains, Parsis, Muslims, and Christians," merge.
Each belief, a brushstroke, paints a vibrant tableau,
A masterpiece of unity, where differences glow.
From dawn's first light to twilight's embrace,
"Purab Paschim Aashey," they gather, uniting grace.
To "Tava Singhaasan Paashey," a throne of harmony they trace,
Around it, they weave a tapestry of love's embrace.
"Premhaar Hawye Gaantha," a ballad of hearts in tune,
East and West, as one, beneath a shared moon.
A garland woven from threads of compassion's thread,
A symphony of unity, where souls are fed.
"Jana-Gana-Aikya-Vidhaayak Jaya Hey," the anthem sounds,
Mastermind of unity, in whom hope abounds.
"Bhaarat- Bhaagya - Vidhaataa," the weaver of destiny's loom,
Guiding India's journey, through light and gloom.
"Oh! You who bring in the unity of the people,"
A plea for harmony, where unity enkindles.
"Victory be to You," the heartfelt tribute grows,
Dispenser of destinies, to You the world shows.
"Jaya Hey,Jaya Hey, Jaya Hey," a chant of triumph soars,
Unity's wings unfurl, as aspiration pours.
"Jaya Jaya Jaya, Jaya Hey," resounding and free,
An ode to unity, an anthem to be.
"Victory to You," the chorus repeats,
"Victory, Victory, Victory," where unity beats.
In this poetic saga, faith and harmony intertwine,
"Victory, Victory, Victory," in unity, hearts combine.
In the timeless verses' sanctuary, a tale gracefully unfolds,
"Aharaha Tava Aavhaan Prachaaritha," a chant that eternity holds.
Its ceaseless proclamation, like a river's gentle flow,
And hearts, like eager boats, to its call, do row.
"Suni Tava Udaara Vaani," a symphony of compassion,
Words like whispers of solace, bridge any chasm.
"Hindu Bauddh Shikh Jain Paarasik Musalmaan Christaani,"
A palette of faiths painted on a canvas vast and free.
Within this lyrical canvas, beliefs harmoniously intertwine,
"The Hindus, Buddhists, Sikhs, Jains, Parsis, Muslims, and Christians," align.
Each path, a distinct hue, yet together they unite,
In unity's masterpiece, they shine brilliantly bright.
From lands where dawn breaks to where the sun sets,
"Purab Paschim Aashey," East meets West, a unity that begets.
To "Tava Singhaasan Paashey," a throne of cohesion and grace,
They gather, like stars, forming a celestial space.
"Premhaar Hawye Gaantha," a love ballad to be sung,
The East and West as one, like lyrics strung.
A garland woven with threads of empathy and care,
A tapestry of unity, a melody rare.
"Jana-Gana-Aikya-Vidhaayak Jaya Hey," a chorus so profound,
Composer of unity's symphony, your name resounds.
"Bhaarat- Bhaagya - Vidhaataa," guiding destiny's course,
Sculptor of India's fate with a touch so force.
"Oh! You who bring in the unity of the people,"
A plea for harmony, where souls intermingle.
"Victory be to You," the sentiment echoed high,
Dispenser of destinies, we lift our hopeful cry.
"Jaya Hey,Jaya Hey, Jaya Hey," triumphant notes ring,
Unity's anthem soars, as hearts take wing.
"Jaya Jaya Jaya, Jaya Hey," the echoes collide,
A chorus of unity, forever amplified.
"Victory to You," the refrain does repeat,
"Victory, Victory, Victory," a rhythm that's sweet.
In this literary panorama, faith and unity weave,
"Victory, Victory, Victory," in the hearts they believe.
In the symphony of poetic verse, an ageless narrative takes flight,
"Aharaha Tava Aavhaan Prachaaritha," a call that ignites the night.
Unceasingly it resonates, a song of unity's grace,
Human souls respond, each heart finds its place.
"Suni Tava Udaara Vaani," like a gentle breeze it flows,
Words that heal and bridge, like a fragrant rose.
"Hindu Bauddh Shikh Jain Paarasik Musalmaan Christaani,"
A mosaic of belief, a tapestry spun by humanity.
Within the verses' realm, faiths converge and blend,
"The Hindus, Buddhists, Sikhs, Jains, Parsis, Muslims, and Christians," transcend.
Each path a color, a stroke in a cosmic design,
A tapestry of understanding, a unity so fine.
From the East and West, they journey forth,
"Purab Paschim Aashey," from sunrise to sunset, their worth.
To "Tava Singhaasan Paashey," a throne of harmony they seek,
Around it, they gather, bonds of love and respect they tweak.
"Premhaar Hawye Gaantha," a song of hearts entwined,
East meets West, their voices aligned.
A garland of shared dreams, woven with threads of care,
Love's harmony sung, a unity rare.
"Jana-Gana-Aikya-Vidhaayak Jaya Hey," they sing,
Architect of oneness, blessings you bring.
"Bhaarat- Bhaagya - Vidhaataa," guiding the nation's fate,
With a touch of providence, you navigate.
"Oh! You who bring in the unity of the people,"
A plea for cohesion, as souls intertwine and mingle.
"Victory be to You," the fervent anthem chants,
Dispenser of destiny, to you, hearts entrust their wants.
"Jaya Hey,Jaya Hey, Jaya Hey," a triumphant cry,
In the chorus of unity, voices reach the sky.
"Jaya Jaya Jaya, Jaya Hey," echoes resound,
A hymn of togetherness, a harmony profound.
"Victory to You," the voices repeat,
"Victory, Victory, Victory," their rhythm upbeat.
In this literary mosaic, a portrait so true,
"Victory, Victory, Victory," in unity, we continue.
In the realm of poetic cadence, a timeless verse takes flight,
"Aharaha Tava Aavhaan Prachaaritha," a call of divine light.
Continuously it resounds, a harmonious refrain,
Hearts attuned to its melody, unity's domain.
"Suni Tava Udaara Vaani," a river of compassion flows,
Words like soothing ripples, a melody that bestows.
"Hindu Bauddh Shikh Jain Paarasik Musalmaan Christaani,"
Names woven like threads, a tapestry of humanity.
Within this stanza's canvas, faith's colors interlace,
"The Hindus, Buddhists, Sikhs, Jains, Parsis, Muslims, and Christians," embrace.
Each belief a hue, painted with devotion's stroke,
A mosaic of souls, in harmony evoke.
From sunrise to sunset, they gather with purpose,
"Purab Paschim Aashey," from East to West, a journey's compass.
To "Tava Singhaasan Paashey," unity's throne so grand,
With love's threads they weave, hand in hand.
"Premhaar Hawye Gaantha," a ballad of love they sing,
East and West united, like birds on the wing.
A garland of hearts, woven with threads of care,
Love's symphony played, emotions laid bare.
"Jana-Gana-Aikya-Vidhaayak Jaya Hey," the anthem soars,
Maestro of unity, destiny's door.
"Bhaarat- Bhaagya - Vidhaataa," shaping India's course,
Guide of the nation's destiny, with a benevolent force.
"Oh! You who bring in the unity of the people,"
A plea for cohesion, a bond that's ample.
"Victory be to You," the heartfelt cry,
Dispenser of destinies, raising souls high.
"Jaya Hey,Jaya Hey, Jaya Hey," triumphant voices unite,
Champion of unity, in the world's sight.
"Jaya Jaya Jaya, Jaya Hey," the chant grows,
A song of togetherness, like a river it flows.
"Victory to You," the chorus repeats,
"Victory, Victory, Victory," a symphony that beats.
In this literary masterpiece, faith and love imbue,
"Victory, Victory, Victory," in unity's avenue.
Within the verses that unfold, a grand tapestry of emotions and imagery comes alive, a symphony of words that resonates with the heart's deepest chords. "Patan-Abhyuday-Vandhur Panthaa, Yug Yug Dhaavit Yaatri" marks the inception of this poetic journey, a tribute to life's pilgrimage, its path marked by the interplay of somber notes and steadfast footsteps. Across the epochs, we cease to be mere spectators; we metamorphose into intrepid wanderers, etching our story onto the canvas of time.
With "Hey Chira-Saarathi, Tava Ratna-Chakrey Mukharit Path Din-Raatri," the narrative shifts to an eternal charioteer, a cosmic guide steering the chariot of existence. The wheels, resplendent like jewels, echo ceaselessly, their cadence inextricably woven into the fabric of day and night. These wheels, far beyond mere mechanical components, emerge as the wheels of destiny, revolving with unrelenting purpose, leaving behind trails of luminance as they traverse their cosmic path.
Amidst the tumultuous sea of change, "Daarun Viplav-Maajhey, Tava Shankh-Dhwani Bajey, Sankat-Dukkh-Traataa," the sound of a conch shell's call reverberates—an anthem amidst the storm. Within its notes reside strength, a beacon of hope amidst chaos. The conch's sound metamorphoses into a sanctuary, a melodious shield that dispels the shadows of despair, offering refuge in the realm of fear.
"Jana-Gana-Path-Parichaayak Jaya Hey, Bhaarat-Bhaagya-Vidhaataa," the verses unfold further, paying homage to the guiding light amidst life's labyrinthine passages. This presence, ethereal and steadfast, dons the mantle of destiny weaver, the architect of narratives, illuminating the passage for countless souls. It is an ode to the conductor of a nation's fate, a custodian of existence's grand tapestry, masterfully orchestrating life's intricate dance.
The zenith arrives with "Jaya Hey, Jaya Hey, Jaya Hey, Jaya Jaya Jaya Jaya Hey," a crescendo that reverberates across the annals of time—an anthem that transcends the realms of mere victories. The repetition of 'Jaya' transforms into a chorus of jubilation, celebrating not only the triumph over adversity but also the indomitable spirit that soars beyond the bounds of limitations.
These verses, woven meticulously, conjure a portrait of life's voyage. Each line becomes an emotional brushstroke, each stanza a chapter narrating human endurance. The verses paint an image of life's ebb and flow, guided by celestial constellations, culminating in a triumphant crescendo that extends beyond the confines of human understanding. It's a saga encapsulating the essence of our sojourn through existence, a poetic tribute to the charioteer steering us through the labyrinthine alleys of experience, culminating in a jubilant chorus echoing eternally.
Amidst this poetic tapestry, a narrative of profound resonance and beauty weaves itself, each verse a brushstroke on the canvas of the soul. "Patan-Abhyuday-Vandhur Panthaa, Yug Yug Dhaavit Yaatri" initiates this lyrical journey, a tribute to life's pilgrimage, its steps marked by a gravity both somber and steadfast. Across the vast landscape of time, we emerge not as mere spectators but as resolute wayfarers, tracing our path through ages, etching the story of existence on the scroll of eternity.
With "Hey Chira-Saarathi, Tava Ratna-Chakrey Mukharit Path Din-Raatri," the focus shifts to an eternal charioteer, a cosmic guide steering the chariot of existence. The wheels, sparkling like gems, resonate ceaselessly, echoing the rhythm of day and night. These wheels, more than mechanical parts, become the very gears of the cosmos, turning in harmony with the universe, leaving behind the radiant imprints of their passage.
Amidst the tumultuous waves of change, "Daarun Viplav-Maajhey, Tava Shankh-Dhwani Bajey, Sankat-Dukkh-Traataa," the clarion call of a conch shell pierces through the din—a clarion amidst chaos. In its resonant notes resides strength, a beacon of hope in the storm's heart. The conch's sound becomes a balm, a melody that banishes the shadows of despair and offers solace in times of fear.
"Jana-Gana-Path-Parichaayak Jaya Hey, Bhaarat-Bhaagya-Vidhaataa," the verses continue, offering homage to the guiding light amidst life's labyrinthine paths. This presence, more than celestial, becomes the weaver of destinies, the architect of narratives, illuminating the way for countless souls. It is a tribute to the conductor of a nation's fate, a custodian of existence's grand design, orchestrating the intricate dance of life itself.
The zenith unfolds with "Jaya Hey, Jaya Hey, Jaya Hey, Jaya Jaya Jaya Jaya Hey," a crescendo that reverberates across the tapestry of time—an anthem of triumph that transcends mortal victories. The repetition of 'Jaya' transforms into a chorus of jubilation, celebrating not just the conquest of trials but the enduring spirit that soars above adversity.
These verses, like carefully woven threads, compose a portrait of life's journey. Each line is a stroke of emotion, each stanza a verse in the saga of human resilience. They paint an image of existence's journey, punctuated by celestial guidance and culminating in a triumphant crescendo that extends beyond the realm of human understanding. It's a portrayal of the essence of our voyage through life, a poetic homage to the charioteer steering us through the labyrinthine passages of experience, concluding in an exuberant chorus echoing eternally.
Amidst the verses, a tale of profound depth and lyricism unfolds, an ode to life's intricate journey. "Patan-Abhyuday-Vandhur Panthaa, Yug Yug Dhaavit Yaatri" initiates this poetic saga, a tribute to the pilgrimage of life that moves with a cadence both solemn and unwavering. Across the vast terrain of experience, we emerge not as passive bystanders but as dedicated sojourners, traversing epochs with a resolute spirit, marking the path of time with our footsteps.
With "Hey Chira-Saarathi, Tava Ratna-Chakrey Mukharit Path Din-Raatri," the spotlight turns to an eternal charioteer, a celestial guide steering the chariot of existence. The chariot's wheels, radiant as gems, echo ceaselessly, a symphony of day and night woven into the very fabric of the universe. These wheels, more than mechanical components, are the wheels of destiny, turning with ceaseless purpose, carving a luminous trail along the path.
In the midst of transformation's tempest, "Daarun Viplav-Maajhey, Tava Shankh-Dhwani Bajey, Sankat-Dukkh-Traataa," the call of a conch shell resounds—a clarion amidst the chaos. In its notes, strength emanates—a beacon of hope amidst tumult. The conch's sound becomes a sanctuary, a melody that dispels the shadows of despair, leading us away from the abyss of fear.
"Jana-Gana-Path-Parichaayak Jaya Hey, Bhaarat-Bhaagya-Vidhaataa," the verses continue, honoring the guide through life's labyrinthine passages. This presence, more than celestial, is the weaver of destinies, a guardian of narratives, illuminating the path for countless souls. A tribute to the conductor of a nation's fate, a navigator of existence's tapestry, orchestrating the intricate dance of life.
The climax reverberates with "Jaya Hey, Jaya Hey, Jaya Hey, Jaya Jaya Jaya Jaya Hey," a crescendo that echoes like an anthem across the annals of time—a chant that transcends mere victories. The repetition of 'Jaya' transforms into a paean of jubilation, a celebration not only of victories over adversity but of the indomitable spirit that soars above limitations.
These verses, carefully composed, paint a portrait of life's voyage. Each line is a brushstroke of emotion, each stanza a chapter in the saga of human endurance. The verses weave a tapestry of existence's ebbs and flows, guided by celestial constellations, culminating in a triumphant crescendo that transcends the boundaries of mortal achievement. It's a narrative encapsulating the essence of our journey through life, a poetic tribute to the charioteer who navigates us through the labyrinthine maze of existence, concluding in a jubilant chorus that resonates through eternity.
Amidst the canvas of words, an epic narrative unfolds, woven intricately with threads of emotions and imageries. "Patan-Abhyuday-Vandhur Panthaa, Yug Yug Dhaavit Yaatri" initiates this lyrical journey, resonating with the pilgrimage of life, a path both solemn and steadfast. Across the undulating tapestry of existence, we emerge not as passive spectators but as determined pilgrims, walking steadfastly through the epochs, etching our footsteps across the annals of time.
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, gleaming like precious jewels, resonate incessantly, their rhythm a symphony of day and night. These wheels, more than mere mechanical parts, are the very gears of the universe, turning with unwavering constancy, leaving trails of luminescence in their wake.
Amidst the tempest of change, "Daarun Viplav-Maajhey, Tava Shankh-Dhwani Bajey, Sankat-Dukkh-Traataa," the resonant call of a conch shell pierces through the chaos, a clarion amidst the storm. In its notes, strength reverberates—a beacon amidst turbulence. The conch's sound becomes an anchor, a melody that washes away the shadows of despair and offers refuge from the shackles of fear.
"Jana-Gana-Path-Parichaayak Jaya Hey, Bhaarat-Bhaagya-Vidhaataa," the verses continue, acknowledging the guide through the labyrinthine pathways of life. This presence is more than a celestial entity; it's the custodian of destinies, a weaver of narratives, illuminating the path for countless souls. A nod to the orchestrator of a nation's fate, an architect of existence itself, steering destinies with a masterful hand.
The zenith arrives with "Jaya Hey, Jaya Hey, Jaya Hey, Jaya Jaya Jaya Jaya Hey," a crescendo that reverberates across the tapestry of time—a triumphant hymn transcending the boundaries of mortal victories. The repetition of 'Jaya' becomes an anthem of exultation, celebrating not just triumphs over adversity but the spirit's indomitable will to ascend beyond limitations.
These verses, carefully woven, paint a portrait of life's pilgrimage. Each line carries a tapestry of emotions, each stanza unveils human perseverance. The verses create an image of life's undulating journey, punctuated by celestial guidance and culminating in a triumphant crescendo that echoes far beyond the realm of human comprehension. It's a tale of the essence of our journey through existence, a poetic tribute to the charioteer navigating us through the maze of life, concluding in a jubilant chorus that resounds eternally.
Amidst the tapestry of words, a poetic panorama unfolds, capturing the essence of existence's journey with verses that resonate like musical notes on the strings of the soul. "Patan-Abhyuday-Vandhur Panthaa, Yug Yug Dhaavit Yaatri" marks the inception of this lyrical odyssey, painting a portrait of life's path as a journey both solemn and steadfast. Through undulating terrains, life unfurls its story, and we, its devoted pilgrims, march unfalteringly, leaving an indelible trail across the epochs.
With "Hey Chira-Saarathi, Tava Ratna-Chakrey Mukharit Path Din-Raatri," the spotlight shifts to an eternal charioteer, a celestial navigator steering the vessel of existence. The chariot's wheels, adorned with the brilliance of gems, reverberate in perpetuity, their echo the very cadence of time itself. The wheels aren't mere mechanical parts; they represent the cosmic clockwork, turning ceaselessly and etching the passage of moments upon the canvas of life.
Amidst the crucible of change, "Daarun Viplav-Maajhey, Tava Shankh-Dhwani Bajey, Sankat-Dukkh-Traataa," the resounding call of a conch shell resonates, a clarion that pierces the din of upheaval. Amidst the maelstrom, this call signifies not just sound but strength, a beacon of hope amidst chaos. It's a melody of salvation that sweeps away the shadows of anguish and bestows a balm to soothe the wounds of fear.
"Jana-Gana-Path-Parichaayak Jaya Hey, Bhaarat-Bhaagya-Vidhaataa," the verses pay homage to the guiding force amidst the labyrinthine journey, an architect shaping destinies. Through the thorny paths, this presence stands firm, illuminating the way for countless souls. It's a nod to the one who wields the quill of fate, a custodian of the narrative of nations, a maestro of the symphony of life.
The apex unfolds with "Jaya Hey, Jaya Hey, Jaya Hey, Jaya Jaya Jaya Jaya Hey," a crescendo that resounds as a universal anthem of triumph. The repetition of 'Jaya' transcends the boundaries of language, an affirmation not merely of conquests but of the human spirit's unconquerable will. It's a paean to the magnificence of existence, a melody that reverberates across the expanse of time.
These verses, meticulously crafted, unravel the chronicle of life's voyage. Each line is a brushstroke capturing emotions, every stanza a chapter revealing human resilience. The verses craft a portrait of existence's peaks and valleys, its celestial guideposts, and its ultimate crescendo of victory that spans beyond the horizons of human comprehension. It's an encapsulation of the essence of our sojourn through existence, a poetic ode to the charioteer who navigates us through the labyrinthine alleys of experience, culminating in a triumphant chorus that echoes into infinity.
Amidst the profound obscurity that enshrouded the world, where the darkness held an impenetrable grip and the night seemed eternally veiled, a narrative of profound significance unfurled—a tale that transcended time and space, echoing with the resonance of the human experience. This story emerged from the crucible of adversity, a moment when an entire nation found itself ensnared in the clutches of affliction, enveloped in a collective state of paralysis, as if suspended between dreams and wakefulness. The very soul of the land seemed to convalesce under the weight of its own ailments, as an eerie hush settled over the landscape, holding it in a state of somber reverie.
Amid this enigmatic tapestry of darkness emerged a solitary figure—a beacon of hope standing resolute amidst the unrelenting gloom. With vigilance unswerving, this presence assumed the role of a guardian, a bearer of blessings whose ceaseless flow defied the very gravity of the encroaching night. Through eyes that bore a demeanor of humility and veneration, yet gleamed with an undimmed brilliance, flowed an uninterrupted stream of blessings—a cascade of benevolence that bathed the surroundings in a soft, ethereal radiance.
Within the realm of ceaseless watchfulness, these blessings endured—an unbroken river of goodwill that fortified the hearts of a beleaguered populace. Emanating from eyes that were cast downward in an expression of humility, yet untouched by the burden of fatigue, these blessings sparkled like constellations against the inky backdrop of the night sky, each one a guiding star for souls navigating the labyrinthine pathways of darkness.
As the land grappled with the specters of nightmares and the icy grip of fear, a sanctuary emerged—an abode personified by a Loving Mother. Upon her lap, she cradled those who sought refuge, offering an unwavering sanctuary against the surging waves of fear and the shadowy apparitions that prowled the night. With a tenderness that transcended human boundaries, she enfolded the tormented souls in her maternal embrace, shielding them from the tempestuous torrents of fear and the haunting dreams that sought to intrude upon their peace.
Amid the symphony of suffering that echoed across the land, a crescendo of triumph arose—an anthem that celebrated the conqueror of affliction, a homage to the One who had sundered the chains of misery that had bound the hearts of the people. This One, the Weaver of Destiny for an entire nation and its expansive realm, stood as a testament to the unyielding spirit that had emerged triumphant through trials and tribulations.
In the zenith of victory, as voices united in harmonious chorus, the very air seemed to quiver with an intensity that transcended earthly confines. The proclamation of Victory resounded, carrying within its echo the essence of profound gratitude and awe. Victory to the Arbiter of Destiny, the guiding force that steered a nation's course through the tumultuous seas of existence.
Thus, the anthem of reverence and gratitude reverberated through the annals of history—an eloquent homage to a nation's fortitude and the maternal embrace that had cradled her children through the abyss of uncertainty. A lyrical testament to unity, a tribute to a power that dispelled despair and guided a nation toward its inevitable destiny. In the resounding chant of Victory, the spirit of a land found its ultimate voice, rising as one to declare its eternal devotion and indebtedness.
Amidst the deepest recesses of profound obscurity, where the fabric of night was woven with threads of inky blackness, a tale of profound significance began its slow unfurling—a narrative that mirrored the very essence of the human experience. This story, born from the crucible of adversity, emerged during a time when an entire nation was ensnared within the grasp of suffering, caught in the throes of a collective stupor that draped the land in a cloak of melancholy. The very soul of the country seemed weighed down by the burden of its afflictions, as a hushed stillness descended upon the landscape, casting it into a state of suspended contemplation.
From the midst of this enigmatic darkness emerged a solitary figure—an embodiment of hope standing steadfast in the face of relentless gloom. With a vigilance that knew no reprieve, this presence assumed the mantle of guardian, a bestower of blessings whose ceaseless flow defied the weight of the encroaching night. Through eyes that bore a countenance of humility and veneration, yet gleamed with an unswerving brilliance, flowed an uninterrupted stream of blessings—a cascade of benevolence that suffused the surroundings with a soft, ethereal glow.
Within the realm of perpetual watchfulness, these blessings endured—an unbroken river of goodwill that fortified the hearts of a beleaguered populace. Emerging from eyes that were cast downward in a gesture of submission, yet unburdened by the weight of fatigue, these blessings sparkled like constellations against the velvet canvas of the night sky, each one a guiding beacon for souls navigating the intricate pathways of darkness.
As the land grappled with the specters of nightmares and the clutches of fear, a sanctuary emerged—a haven personified by a Loving Mother. Upon her lap, she cradled those who sought solace, providing an unwavering bulwark against the surging waves of fear and the shadowy figures that stalked the night. With a tenderness that transcended earthly confines, she enfolded the tormented souls in her maternal embrace, shielding them from the tempestuous currents of fear and the haunting dreams that sought to invade their tranquility.
Amidst the symphony of suffering that reverberated across the land, a crescendo of triumph arose—an anthem that extolled the vanquisher of affliction, a tribute to the One who had sundered the chains of misery that had bound the hearts of the people. This One, the Weaver of Destiny for an entire nation and its expansive realm, stood as a testament to the indomitable spirit that had emerged victorious through trials and tribulations.
In the zenith of victory, as voices united in harmonious unison, the very air seemed to vibrate with an intensity that transcended the bounds of 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 star that charted a nation's course through the tumultuous seas of existence.
Thus, the anthem of reverence and gratitude resounded through the tapestry of history—an eloquent homage to a nation's resilience and the maternal embrace that had cradled her children through the abyss of uncertainty. A lyrical testament to unity, a tribute to a force that had dispelled despair and navigated a nation toward its inexorable destiny. In the resounding chant of Victory, the spirit of a land found its ultimate expression, rising as one to declare its eternal devotion and indebtedness.
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.
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.
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 tender transition from night's embrace,
A tapestry of dawn begins to trace.
The moon surrenders to the Sun's ascent,
Over hills and horizons, a new day is sent.
A canvas of colors, the sky unfurls,
As dawn's radiant fingers touch the world.
Golden hues kiss the landscape's edge,
A masterpiece of light on destiny's pledge.
The symphony of birds, a melody's bloom,
Notes that dance through morning's room.
Their song a celebration of life's reprise,
As they paint the sky with musical cries.
A gentle breeze, a whispered kiss,
Stirs the heart with hope's soft bliss.
An elixir of renewal it carries on its breath,
Bringing life's promise, dispelling night's death.
In compassion's halo, a celestial fire,
India awakens from slumber's attire.
A land reborn in the arms of fate,
Destiny's child, it's never too late.
At the feet of grace, a nation lays,
Its dreams, its hopes, its voice in praise.
In reverence, it gathers at your throne,
Awakening to a destiny of its own.
Triumphant Rajeswar, ruler of time,
In your name, India's rhythm does climb.
A beacon of light in a world so wide,
Guiding the land with unwavering stride.
Jaya, Jaya, victory's anthem soars,
In each heart, in every cause it adores.
With unity's voice, a nation proclaims,
A tribute to you, in victory's names.
As night's curtain retreats and light does swell,
In each sunrise, your story does tell.
Victory upon victory, a resounding cheer,
In your legacy, India's destiny appears.
In the transition between night's cocoon,
A saga of dawn begins to tune.
The moon's retreat, the Sun's ascent,
O'er hills of hope, a new day's event.
The canvas of sky, brushed with gold,
As stories of light and life unfold.
With each rise and curve, a masterpiece,
As day's essence begins its release.
The melodies of birds, a harmonious rhyme,
A symphony of nature, transcending time.
Their songs weave tales of dawn's embrace,
In lyrical verses, they find their space.
A gentle breeze, a whispered grace,
Carries the elixir of life's embrace.
A promise of renewal, in every breath,
Awakening hearts from slumber's depth.
Compassion's halo casts its tender gleam,
India awakens from night's dream.
A nation roused by destiny's decree,
Stands in the glow of opportunity.
Before your feet, a land humbly bows,
Its devotion and dreams it vows.
From sleep to vigil, a sacred transition,
In your aura, a nation finds its mission.
Triumphant Rajeswar, destiny's hand,
Guiding the course of this sacred land.
In your name, a nation's fervor does surge,
In every heartbeat, in every urge.
Jaya, Jaya, victory's refrain,
A hymn to your sovereignty, O sovereign reign.
In unity, hearts and voices raise,
A tribute to you, eternal praise.
As night's veils part, unveiling day,
In each sunrise, your name does stay.
Victory upon victory, the anthem sings,
In your embrace, hope takes its wings.
In the gentle transition from night's embrace,
A narrative of dawn begins to grace.
The curtains of darkness are drawn aside,
As the Sun ascends on the eastern side.
Over hills, the Sun's golden touch extends,
A masterful painting, nature commends.
A new day is birthed with hues divine,
As light's radiant glow begins to shine.
A chorus of birds, the heralds of morn,
Their songs like whispers, a love reborn.
In melodies pure, a symphony's embrace,
They weave the story of morning's grace.
A breeze whispers secrets in hushed tones,
Carrying life's elixir, where it's sown.
With every breath, a blessing anew,
A gentle touch of hope imbued.
In the aura of compassion's warm light,
India awakens from slumber's night.
A nation stirs, its heartbeats align,
To the rhythm of destiny, so sublime.
At the feet of mercy, India lays,
Its aspirations, dreams, and grateful praise.
With reverence profound, the land does greet,
Awakening from dreams in a dance so sweet.
Triumphant Rajeswar, guide of fate's course,
In you, India finds its enduring force.
In your name, victory's anthem resounds,
A melody of unity that knows no bounds.
Jaya, Jaya, the victorious song,
In your honor, the hearts belong.
In the tapestry of time, you eternally play,
The dawn of a nation, a luminous ray.
As night yields to the day's tender embrace,
In each sunrise, your presence we trace.
Victory upon victory, the chorus sings,
In your legacy, India's destiny springs.
In the delicate dance from night's embrace,
A story of transition, a celestial chase.
The night retreats, the Sun ascends high,
Over eastern hills where horizons lie.
A canvas painted with hues of gold,
As dawn's saga is beautifully told.
The symphony of nature begins to play,
As the birds greet the newborn day.
Their melodies, like notes from the heart,
In the dawn's theater, they play their part.
A gentle breeze, a whispered rhyme,
Carries promises of a fresh paradigm.
In the glow of compassion's gentle fire,
India awakens, its spirit rising higher.
From slumber's grasp, the land does sway,
Embracing the gift of a new day.
By your grace, O kind and merciful guide,
India stands tall, its destiny untied.
At your feet, hopes and dreams laid bare,
A nation's devotion, a pledge to share.
Triumphant Rajeswar, master of time,
In your name, India's fortunes climb.
A beacon of hope in the sky so wide,
Guiding the nation's strides with pride.
The triumphant chant resounds in the air,
A tribute to you, beyond compare.
Jaya, Jaya, victory's call does ring,
In every heart, like a song of spring.
As night fades away, and light takes flight,
In the sun's warm embrace, all is bright.
Victory upon victory, the anthem soars,
In every echo, in every lore.
In the liminal space where night surrenders,
A tale of celestial transition tender.
Darkness withdraws, its veil undone,
As the Sun ascends, a battle won.
At the cusp of the eastern hills so high,
The golden orb conquers the sky.
A canvas painted with hues anew,
Marking the dawn, life's journey to pursue.
In symphonies of flight and song,
The birds proclaim the morn's longed-for throng.
Their melodies carry the essence of time,
In harmonious notes, a rhythm sublime.
A gentle breeze, like a benevolent guide,
Sows the seeds of hope, far and wide.
Its touch bestows blessings in the air,
As life's elixir it weaves with care.
In the luminous glow of compassion's might,
India awakens from the depths of night.
From dreams to reality, the journey begins,
A land reborn, where hope never thins.
Beneath your aura of wisdom and grace,
India finds its sanctuary and space.
On your feet, our aspirations are laid,
A nation's hopes, a tribute paid.
Triumphant Rajeswar, the master of fate,
In your name, India's story does resonate.
A beacon of destiny, you shine ever bright,
Guiding the nation through day and night.
The chorus of victory echoes afar,
A hymn to you, like a shining star.
Jaya, Jaya, the triumphant chant,
In your honor, a nation's spirit enchant.
As the night dissolves, yielding to the day,
In the sunlight's warmth, shadows sway.
With each victory, your legacy soars,
In hearts and minds, forever more.