Monday, July 26, 2010

Jana Gana Mana: India's National Anthem

Glory to you, the ruler of our consciousness,
You, the dispenser of India's destiny!

Punjab, Sind, Gujrat, Maratha,
The Dravidian Plains,
Utkal and Bengal,
The mountains of Vindhya and Himalaya,
The waters of Jamuna and the Ganges,
The dancing waves of the ocean,
Rise up chanting your name,
Pray for your blessings,
And sing your glory.

You, the gracious Lord, our keeper,
The dispenser of India's destiny,
Victory, victory, victory to thee.


You invite everyone, with open arms,
Hindus, Budhdhists, Sikhs, Jains,
Persians, Muslims and Christians;

East and West come together
And script a new unity
In front of your throne.

The unifier of all, the dispenser of India's destiny,
Glory, glory, glory to thee.


Our endless journey,
Through decline, fall, ascendancy, and difficulties,
Steered through by you, you Charioteer!

Your clarion call
Led us through the revolution,
You reliever of all.

You, the guide of all,
The dispenser of India's destiny,
Victory, victory, victory to thee.

As we slept, ill and unaware,
Through the dark night of Fear and Nightmare,
You stood by us,
Unwavering in your blessing, you untired!

Your unblinking eyes,
Protect us in our sorrow,
You the loving mother!

The protector of all, you,
The dispenser of India's destiny,
Glory, glory, glory to thee.


As the night ends and the Sun rises in the East,
Birds sing and the air brings the smell of fresh life,
India awakens to your subtle tune.

We salute you
We give ourselves to you,
Oh Lord of Lords, the Lord of India,
Victory, victory, victory to thee.



Note: I tried a translation before when writing about Tagore and then some of the readers wanted a more consistent one. So, here it is.

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