These Original poems contributed not just towards India’s independence but also filled us with sense of pride

Saare Jahan se Achcha
Iqbal
English Translation

Better than the entire world, is our Hindustan,
We are its nightingales, and it (is) our garden abode

If we are in an alien place, the heart remains in the homeland,
Know us to be only there where our heart is.

That tallest mountain, that shade-sharer of the sky,
It (is) our sentry, it (is) our watchman

In its lap frolic where thousands of ponds,
Whose vitality makes our garden the envy of Paradise.

O the flowing waters of the Ganges, do you remember that day
When our caravan first disembarked on your waterfront?

Religion does not teach us to bear ill-will among ourselves
We are of Hind, our homeland is Hindustan.

In a world in which ancient Greece, Egypt, and Rome have all vanished without trace
Our own attributes (name and sign) live on today.

Such is our existence that it cannot be erased
Even though, for centuries, the cycle of time has been our enemy.

Iqbal! We have no confidante in this world
What does any one know of our hidden pain?

Sarfroshi ki Tamanna
Ram Prasad Bismil
English Translation

The desire for revolution is in our hearts
Let us see what strength there is in the arms of our executioner

Why do you remain silent thus?
Whoever I see, is gathered quiet so…
O martyr of country, of nation, I submit myself to thee
For yet even the enemy speaks of thy courage
The desire for struggle is in our hearts…

When the time comes, we shall show thee, O heaven
For why should we tell thee now, what lurks in our hearts?
We have been dragged to service, by the hope of blood, of vengeance
Yea, by our love for nation divine, we go to the streets of the enemy
The desire for struggle is in our hearts…

Armed does the enemy sit, ready to open fire
Ready too are we, our bosoms thrust out to him
With blood we shall play Holi, if our nation need us
The desire for struggle is in our hearts…

No sword can sever hands that have the heat of battle within,
No threat can bow heads that have risen so…
Yea, for in our insides has risen a flame,
and the desire for struggle is in our hearts…

Set we out from our homes, our heads shrouded with cloth,
Taking our lives in our hands, do we march so…
In our assembly of death, life is now but a guest
The desire for struggle is in our hearts…

Stands the enemy in the gallows thus, asking,
Does anyone wish to bear testimony?…
With a host of storms in our heart, and with revolution in our breath,
We shall knock the enemy cold, and no one shall stop us…

What is that body that does not have hot blood in it,
How can a person conquer a Typhoon while sitting in a boat near the shore.

The desire for struggle is in our hearts,
We shall now see what strength there is in the boughs of the enemy.

Vande Mataram
Bankim Chandra
English Translation

Mother, I salute thee!
Rich with thy hurrying streams,
bright with orchard gleams,
Cool with thy winds of delight,
Dark fields waving Mother of might,
Mother free.

Glory of moonlight dreams,
Over thy branches and lordly streams,
Clad in thy blossoming trees,
Mother, giver of ease
Laughing low and sweet!
Mother I kiss thy feet,
Speaker sweet and low!
Mother, to thee I salute.

Who hath said thou art weak in thy lands
When the swords flash out in seventy million hands
And seventy million voices roar
Thy dreadful name from shore to shore?
With many strengths who art mighty and stored,
To thee I call Mother and Lord!
Though who savest, arise and save!
To her I cry who ever her foeman drove
Back from plain and Sea
And shook herself free.

Thou art wisdom, thou art law,
Thou art heart, our soul, our breath
Though art love divine, the awe
In our hearts that conquers death.
Thine the strength that nerves the arm,
Thine the beauty, thine the charm.
Every image made divine
In our temples is but thine.

Thou art Durga, Lady and Queen,
With her hands that strike and her
swords of sheen,
Thou art Lakshmi lotus-throned,
And the Muse a hundred-toned,
Pure and perfect without peer,
Mother lend thine ear,
Rich with thy hurrying streams,
Bright with thy orchard gleems,
Dark of hue O candid-fair

In thy soul, with bejeweled hair
And thy glorious smile divine,
Loveliest of all earthly lands,
Showering wealth from well-stored hands!
Mother, mother mine!
Mother sweet, I salute thee,
Mother great and free!

Pushp Ki Abhilasha
A Flower’s Desire
Makhanlal Chaturvedi
English Translation

It is not my desire to be weaved in the ornaments of a beautiful girl.
It is not my desire to be weaved into a Lover’s garland and tempt a beloved.
It is not my desire, O Hari, to adorn the funeral of a monarch.
It is not my desire to be presented as offering to a goddess and rejoice at my good luck.
O, Gardner, all I desire is
That you will pluck me and throw me on that path
On which our brave soldiers tread to sacrifice their lives for the motherland.

Lohe Ke Mard
Iron Men or Men of Steel
Ramdhari Singh Dinkar.

Men, brave, strong
Are pride of the nation.
(But) these young soldiers
Have returned (from the border) wounded.

They ask: Flowers, lamps
Why have you brought them unhurt?
We don’t desire fame and glory
Garlands of flowers or praise.

Wounded, the nation’s pride lies in pain,
We have an emergency at the border.
Take away the aarti, flowers and green leaves,
Take away these trays full of modak sweets.

Don’t honour us with tilak, when heart is wounded,
If you want to give us anything, please give bullets and guns!

Azaadi Ka Geet
Song of Freedom
Harivanshrai Bachchan

We are free and our flag flies like clouds
Toy-girls are adorned with diamonds and pearls,
The time to paly with them is over now.
Only puppets sit adorned with them
We have broken and thrown away the shackles at our feet.

Tradition of past men, we have revived
With head held high, we have looked to snow laden mountains
We are free and our flag flies like clouds!

(Our rulers) Those with umbrellas of silver, gold, diamonds and pearls
Over their heads, are repentant now,
The world where they were greeted with flower petals is gone now
The chariots of Vajra now roam freely in the sky!

Us who have wrapped Indra Yudh around us with great courage
We now have a new umbrella, established with sound of sixty crore kartal,
We are free and our flag flies like clouds!

Jhanda Ooncha Rahe Hamaara
Shyamlal Gupta
English Translation

The conqueror of the world, our tri-colour
Let our flag always fly high

It showers strength always
It oozes out love nectar
It gives pride to the brave
It is the heart and mind of Motherland
Let our flag always fly high
In the intense battle for independence
It gives josh to every moment
The enemy trembles after seeing it
(And for us) our fear and danger goes away
Let our flag always fly high

Under this flag we are fearless
And our intention is the birth of Swaraj
Shout Jay for Bharat Mata
Now our aim is independence
Let our flag always fly high

Come, beloved braves, come
Sacrifice everything for our nation
In one voice sing together
Beloved is our nation Bharat
Let our flag always fly high

Let its prestige never go away
Even if we give away our lives for that
Let Victory Victory be ours
Let our pledge be realised
Let our flag always fly high

Where the mind is without fear
Rabindra nath Tagore

Where the mind is without fear and the head is held high
Where knowledge is free
Where the world has not been broken up into fragments
By narrow domestic walls
Where words come out from the depth of truth
Where tireless striving stretches its arms towards perfection
Where the clear stream of reason has not lost its way
Into the dreary desert sand of dead habit
Where the mind is led forward by thee
Into ever-widening thought and action
Into that heaven of freedom, my Father, let my country awake.

SOURCE >> SUNBYANYNAME