Vande Mataram - original song. Vande Mataram- original song. My obeisance to Mother India! With flowing beneficial waters. Filled with choicest fruits. With Sandal scented winds. Green with the harvest. Ringtone ar rahman instrumental vande mataram ar rahman free songs pk airtel song jo tera hai woh mera hai. Tune ar rahman cwg song free download airtel 3g settings ar rahman new airtel tune free. Listen to songs from the album Vande Matram, including 'Maa Tujhe Salaam', 'Revival (Vande Mataram)', 'Gurus of Peace' and many more. Free with Apple Music subscription. The English translation of Vande Mataram rendered by Shree. Rabindranath sang it by setting a tune to it and it was left to the genius of. Mother great and free!
O mother! My obeisance to you! Ecstatic moonlit nights. The plants blooming with flowers. Sweet speaker of sweet languages. Fount of blessings,Mother, I salute you! Mother, I bow to 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 bow. Who hath said thou art weak in thy lands. When the sword flesh out in the 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 nervs 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 herswords 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 jewelled hair. And thy glorious smile divine,Lovilest of all earthly lands,Showering wealth from well- stored hands! Mother, mother mine! Mother sweet, I bow to thee,Mother great and free! Rahman - Tune. In Radio. Listen to 1. 00,0.
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