The later verses of Jana Gana Mana - our rendition in Bengali, from the archives. Your call is announced continuously, We heed Your gracious call The Hindus, Buddhists, Sikhs, Jains, Parsees, Muslims, and Christians, The East and the West come together, To the side of Your throne And weave the garland of love. Oh! You who bring in the unity of the people! Victory be to You, dispenser of the destiny of India! Victory, victory, victory to You! The way of life is somber as it moves through ups and downs, But we, the pilgrims, have followed it through ages. Oh! Eternal Charioteer, the wheels of your chariot Echo day and night in the path In the midst of fierce revolution, Your conch shell sounds. You save us from fear and misery. Oh! You who guide the people through torturous path, Victory be to You, dispenser of the destiny of India! Victory, victory, victory to You! The night is over, and the Sun has risen over the hills of the eastern horizon. The birds are singing, and a gentle auspicious breeze Is pouring the elixir of new life. By the halo of Your compassion, India that was asleep is now waking On your feet we now lay our heads Oh! Victory, victory, victory to you, the Supreme King, Victory be to You, dispenser of the destiny of India! Victory, victory, victory to You! https://youtube/watch?v=X18RgkZOX9M
Posted on: Fri, 15 Aug 2014 04:05:24 +0000
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