Hind, The Beautiful One Poem by Swatantryaveer Savarkar

Hind, the beautiful one, our motherland,
Proud Mother of all achievers grand!

Of poetry, age-old mantra Gayatri
Rigveda-Samaveda-Upanishad,
And of Goddess Sandhatri!

Mother she is of Bharadwaj, Janak,
The famous sages, Shri Garga,
And of Vasishtha, Shuka-Sanak.

Sage Vyasa indeed was learning,
N' Valmiki of Ramayana lore too,
First baby words under her wing.

Hailed her as "Mother, O Mother"
Did the great kings Nala, Raghu
Dashratha, and Dharmaraj, rather!

Bear in her womb so did she
Gargeyi, Vidula, Sita, Draupadi,
And also Lakshmibai of Jhansi.

Gautama, Chaitanya, and Guru Nanaka ever
Were so blessed by her milk—
She, whom the Three Worlds revere!

To Rana Pratap, Shivaji, Banda Bairagi, lo
And Guru Gobind Singhji too
She gave birth, beginning, n' inspiration so!

She is: of fine Arts a lotus, of Shastras a goldmine,
A land of sweet, pure waters,
And bounteous juice-laden fruits fine.

Born are such wonders from her glorious womb, aye!
Should then our Mother be enslaved
For even for a moment? Fie!

The solar eclipse will for a moment last
But eternal is the radiance
Of the solar system vast!

So soon, very soon, free she will be
The epitome of all that is blest—
Free, powerful for the upliftment of humanity!

[This is a translation by Anurupa Cinar, Savarkar's original, 'Hind Sundara Ti, ' is in Marathi.]