A Hindi Poem of 'dinakar' / ’दिनकर’
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किसको नमन करूँ मैं भारत !
हे भारत!
(राष्ट्र-वंदना)
स्व. रामाधारीसिंह ’दिनकर’
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किसको नमन करूँ मैं भारत !
हे भारत!
(राष्ट्र-वंदना)
स्व. रामाधारीसिंह ’दिनकर’
kisako namana karūm̐ maiṃ bhārata!
English Translation : ©
Vinay Kumar Vaidya / myself
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किसको नमन करूँ मैं?
Who to, should I offer my obeisance?
-
Who to, should I offer my obeisance?
To You, or to the Lord of Your rivers?
To You, or to Your mountains and woods?
To who should I offer my humble obeisance,
O Bharata!
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Are You not the will of the flights,
Of the human mind across the cosmos?
You are but the Master of all Veda,
You are but all-times treasure,
Of all the secrets!
O my Beloved Country!
You are not just the stone,
the water and the clay,
Let me bow to the Consciousness,
The Being that is immanent in You,
Shining through all that idle indolence!
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Bharata is not only one more,
A name of a place like others,
It is an attribute of man noble,
It is not a place but a character,
Immaculate, resplendent,
Of this entire, this whole earth.
At whatever place is this seen,
Bharata is That the shining Sun.
To this undivided Universe,
To this birth-place of the world whole,
Let me offer my humble obeisance,
--
Though this earth looks as if segmented,,
By mountains, streams and oceans,
When-ever two hands stretch across,
The lengths of two disjoint afar islands
The rift between the two is soon leveled,
In the hold of the handshake of friends.
The one who creates this bridge between them,
Is no one else other than Bharata!
Let me bow, before this Great bridge, auspicious
Let me offer my humble obeisance,
--
Where-ever the strings of two hearts,
Who to, should I offer my obeisance?
-
Who to, should I offer my obeisance?
To You, or to the Lord of Your rivers?
To You, or to Your mountains and woods?
To who should I offer my humble obeisance,
O Bharata!
--
Are you just that triangle,
Drawn on the map of the globe?Are You not the will of the flights,
Of the human mind across the cosmos?
You are but the Master of all Veda,
You are but all-times treasure,
Of all the secrets!
O my Beloved Country!
You are not just the stone,
the water and the clay,
Let me bow to the Consciousness,
The Being that is immanent in You,
Shining through all that idle indolence!
--
Bharata is not only one more,
A name of a place like others,
It is an attribute of man noble,
It is not a place but a character,
Immaculate, resplendent,
Of this entire, this whole earth.
At whatever place is this seen,
Bharata is That the shining Sun.
To this undivided Universe,
To this birth-place of the world whole,
Let me offer my humble obeisance,
--
Though this earth looks as if segmented,,
By mountains, streams and oceans,
When-ever two hands stretch across,
The lengths of two disjoint afar islands
The rift between the two is soon leveled,
In the hold of the handshake of friends.
The one who creates this bridge between them,
Is no one else other than Bharata!
Let me bow, before this Great bridge, auspicious
Let me offer my humble obeisance,
--
Where-ever the strings of two hearts,
Are attuned by whosoever there,
Where-ever they are turning,
Moving the flow of the world,
Pouring, dissolving they,
In the life-stream,
The nectar of Love,
Opening the windows tightly shut,
Between the neighbor-lands of the earth,
Calling them as my own soul-kin,
Let me offer my humble obeisance,
--
Where-ever is raised,
A call for peace,
Who-so-ever holds, a lamp of 'dharma',
That brave hand is Your's own truly,
Who-so-ever stays undaunted upon truth,
Happily ready willing to make,
Sacrifice of his life for justice,
I bow before that face of humanity,
I bow before that revered forehead!
Let me offer my humble obeisance,
O Bharata!
Let me offer my humble obeisance,
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