Happy Republic Day 26.01.2018

Happy Republic Day 26.01.2018

Cape Wishes Happy 69th Republic day.

Vande Matharam

Sujalam suphalam malayaja sheetalam
Shasyashyamalam maataram, vande
Sujalam suphalam malayaja sheetalam
Shasyashyaamalam maataram, vande maataram

Shubhra jyotsna pulakitayaaminim
Phulla kusumita drumadalashobhinim

(Shubhra jyotsna pulakitayaaminim
Phulla kusumita drumadalashobhinim)
Suhaasinim sumadhurabhaashhinim
Sukhadaam varadaam maataram

Sapta koti kantha kalakalaninaada karale
Nisapta koti bhujaidhruta karakarvale
Sapta koti kantha kalakalaninaada karale
Nisapta koti bhujaidhruta karakarvale
Abalakeno maa eto bale
Bahubaladhaarinim namaami tarinim
Ripudalavarinim maataram, vande maataram !!

Tvam hi durga dashapraharanadhaarini
Kamala kamaladala vihaarini
Vaani vidyaadaayini, namaami tvam
Namaami kamalam amalam atulam
Sujalam suphalam maataram
Shyamalam saralam susmitam bhooshhitam
Dharinim bharanim maataram, vande maataram


Mother, I praise 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 praise thee. [Verse 1]

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!
Thou who savest, arise and save!
To her I cry who ever her foeman drove
Back from plain and Sea
And shook herself free. [Verse 2]

Thou art wisdom, thou art law,
Thou art heart, our soul, our breath
Thou 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. [Verse 3]

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 [Verse 4]

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 praise thee,
Mother great and free! [Verse 5]