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\nSection Two<\/font><\/span><\/b><\/p>\n

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\nBankim Chandra Chatterjee<\/font><\/span><\/b><\/p>\n

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\nHymn to the Mother<\/span><\/b><\/p>\n

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\nBande Mataram<\/span><\/b><\/p>\n

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\nMother, I bow to thee!<\/span><\/p>\n

\nRich with thy hurrying streams,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nBright with thy orchard gleams,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nCool with thy winds of delight,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nDark fields waving, Mother of might,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nMother free.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nGlory of moonlight dreams<\/span><\/p>\n

\nOver thy branches and lordly streams, \u2014<\/span><\/p>\n

\nClad in thy blossoming trees,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nMother, giver of ease,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nLaughing low and sweet!<\/span><\/p>\n

\nMother, I kiss thy feet,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nSpeaker sweet and low!<\/span><\/p>\n

\nMother, to thee I bow.<\/span><\/p>\n

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\nWho hath said thou art weak in thy lands,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nWhen the swords flash out in twice seventy million hands<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAnd seventy million voices roar<\/span><\/p>\n

\nThy dreadful name from shore to shore?<\/span><\/p>\n

\nWith many strengths who art mighty and stored,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nTo thee I call, Mother and Lord!<\/span><\/p>\n

\nThou who savest, arise and save!<\/span><\/p>\n

\nTo her I cry who ever her foemen drave<\/span><\/p>\n

\nBack from plain and sea<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAnd shook herself free.<\/span><\/p>\n

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\nThou art wisdom, thou art law,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nThou our heart, our soul, our breath,<\/span><\/p>\n

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Thou the love divine, the awe<\/span><\/p>\n

\nIn our hearts that conquers death.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nThine the strength that nerves the arm,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nThine the beauty, thine the charm.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nEvery image made divine<\/span><\/p>\n

\nIn our temples is but thine.<\/span><\/p>\n

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\nThou art Durga, Lady and Queen,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nWith her hands that strike and her swords of sheen,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nThou art Lakshmi lotus-throned,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAnd the Muse a hundred-toned.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nPure and perfect without peer,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nMother, lend thine ear.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nRich with thy hurrying streams,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nBright with thy orchard gleams,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nDark of hue, O candid-fair<\/span><\/p>\n

\nIn thy soul, with jewelled hair<\/span><\/p>\n

\nAnd thy glorious smile divine,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nLoveliest of all earthly lands,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nShowering wealth from well-stored hands!<\/span><\/p>\n

\nMother, mother mine!<\/span><\/p>\n

\nMother sweet, I bow to thee,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nMother great and free!<\/span><\/p>\n

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\nBande Mataram<\/span><\/b><\/p>\n

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\n(Translation in Prose<\/i>)<\/span><\/b><\/p>\n

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\nI bow to thee, Mother,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nrichly-watered, richly-fruited,<\/span><\/p>\n

\ncool with the winds of the south,<\/span><\/p>\n

\ndark with the crops of the harvests,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nthe Mother!<\/span><\/p>\n

\nHer nights rejoicing in the glory of the moonlight,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nher lands clothed beautifully with her trees in flowering bloom,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nsweet of laughter, sweet of speech,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nthe Mother, giver of boons, giver of bliss!<\/span><\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

\nTerrible with the clamorous shout of seventy million throats,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nand the sharpness of swords raised in twice seventy million hands,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nwho sayeth to thee, Mother, that thou art weak?<\/span><\/p>\n

\nHolder of multitudinous strength,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nI bow to her who saves,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nto her who drives from her the armies of her foemen,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nthe Mother!<\/span><\/p>\n

\n <\/p>\n

\nThou art knowledge, thou art conduct,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nthou our heart, thou our soul,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nfor thou art the life in our body.<\/span><\/p>\n

\nIn the arm thou art might, O Mother,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nin the heart, O Mother, thou art love and faith,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nit is thy image we raise in every temple.<\/span><\/p>\n

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\nFor thou art Durga holding her ten weapons of war,<\/span><\/p>\n

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\nTranslator’s Note. <\/i>It is difficult to translate the National Anthem of Bengal into verse in another language owing to its unique union of sweetness, simple directness and high poetic force. All attempts in this direction have been failures. In order, therefore, to bring the reader unacquainted with Bengali nearer to the exact force of the original, I give the translation in prose line by line.<\/span><\/p>\n

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Kamala at play in the lotuses<\/span><\/p>\n

\nand Speech, the goddess, giver of all lore,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nto thee I bow!<\/span><\/p>\n

\nI bow to thee, goddess of wealth,<\/span><\/p>\n

\npure and peerless,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nrichly-watered, richly-fruited,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nthe Mother!<\/span><\/p>\n

\nI bow to thee, Mother,<\/span><\/p>\n

\ndark-hued, candid,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nsweetly smiling, jewelled and adorned,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nthe holder of wealth, the lady of plenty,<\/span><\/p>\n

\nthe Mother!<\/span><\/p>\n

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