THE BHARAT NATION
Uttering the very name of the Bharat country
Will annihilate fear and vanquish enmity.
We will saunter over the silver-Himalayas
And sail our ships all over the western main.
We will make temples of our schools everywhere.
And stroke our shoulders proclaiming ‘Bharat Land’.
We will build a bridge to the isle of Lanka
And elevate Sethu and make it a road.
We will irrigate the central regions
With surplus waters of Bengal.
We will dig deep to unearth minerals
And search the earth for gold and the like.
We will go far and wide to sell all things
And bring back things of all our desire.
We will dive for pearls in the souther sea;
The teeming traders of diverse countries
Will bring with love things of our choice
Seeking our favour on the western coast.
In the moonlit waters of the Indus
With the damsels of the Chera community,
Singing songs in dulcet Telugu,
We will ply our boats in a jocund play.
We will take in exchange the grains of wheat
Of the Gangetic plain for the betels of the Kaveri
For the poems of the lion like Marattas
We will give as reward the ivory of Kerala.
We will invent an instrument to hear in Kanchi
What a scholar speaks from the Benares city;
To the heroic soldiers of Rajasthan
We will give the gold of the good-hearted Kannadikas.
Silken dress and cotton clothes
We will produce in plenty and pile on the streets;
These we will sell to the world’s traders,
Who will bring all their treasured wealth.
We will make umbrellas and ploughshares too;
We wil make gunnies and nails of iron;
We will make vehicles for the road or the air;
And build ships which make the earth tremble.
We will learn mantras well and scientific laws
We will scan the sky and harvest the seas.
We will study the Lunar science for illumination.
And learn the sastra of sweeping the street corner.
We will compose poems and foster forests;
We will kindle the flame of art and the smithy;
We will produce pictures and precious tools;
All things done in the world we will willingly undertake.
We will cherish as nectar the dictum
Of the Tamil poetess, “Castes are but two.
“Poised in rectitude, the great men and just
“Who help others; and the base – all the rest.”
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