A hymn to BharatMata

DEAR MOTHER,
WE ARE THE ONES BLESSED,
FOR PROVIDENCE HAS US PLACED,
IN YOUR CARING LAP.

WORDS, SENTENCES , LANGUAGES ARE LAME,
BUT EMOTIONS ARE DIFFICULT TO TAME,
FOR I ENDEVOUR TO SING,
SONGS OF YOUR TITANIC FAME.

MOUNTAINS GREAT TO THE FRONTIERS STAND,
SHORES SHIELDED BY OCEANS' BAND,
PEAKS OF SNOW TO IVORY SAND,
PARADISE TRULY, RICH AND GRAND.

CRADLE OF CIVILIZATION, CULTURE DIVINE,
TRADITIONS OF LIGHT THROUGH MILLENIA SHINE,
PAST, PRESENT AND FUTURE INTERTWINE,
IN THIS LAND, TIMELESS AND PRISTINE.

EMPERORS TO YOU BOWED,
CONQUERES, BEFORE YOU COWED,
GALLANT STATESMEN AND MIGHTY ARMIES,
SERVICE AND WORSHIP TO YOU, THEY VOWED.

REPLETE ARE HISTORIES,
WITH TALES OF VICTORIES,
OF BRAVE KNIGHTS,
OF VALIANT FIGHTS,
OF HEROES’ STORIES,
OF GUARDIANS OF YOUR GRANDIOSE GLORIES.

TO ATTAIN THE WISDOM OF AGES,
OF SEERS AND SAGES,
THE LEARNED AND SCHOLARS TOOK PILGRIMAGES,
TOWARDS YOU, O SACRED BANKS OF GANGES.

REVERED MOTHER,

O SOURCE OF VEDA AND AGAMA,

O MOTHER OF BHARATA AND GAUTAMA,

O IMMORTAL GODDESS OF SUPREME POWER,

O DIVINITY OF THE LOTUS FLOWER,

O PEERLESS WISDOM GIVER,

WITH DRACONIAN EVIL WE FIGHT,

GRANT US AN OUNCE OF YOUR MIGHT,

DELIVER US FROM THE AGE OF BLIGHT,

TAKE US FROM FROM DARKNESS TO LIGHT.

NIKHIL PUJARI.