Mother, Hail! Poem by Bankim Chandra Chattopadhyay

"Mother, hail!
Thou with sweet spring flowing,
Thou fair fruits bestowing,
Cool with zephyrs ablowing,
Green with corn crops growing,
Mother hail!
Thou of the shivering joyous moon-blanched night,
Thou with fair groups of flowering tree-clumps bright,
Sweetly smiling
Speech beguiling
Pouring bliss and blessing
Mother hail!
Though now million voices through thy
Mouth sonorous shout,
Though million hands hold thy
Trenchant sword blades out
Yet with all this power now,
Mother wherefore powerless thou?
Holder thou of myriad might,
I salute thee, savior bright,
Thou who dost all foes afright,
Mother, hail!
Thou sole creed and wisdom art,
Thou our very mind and heart,
And the life breath in our bodies,
Thou as strength in arms of men,
Thou as faith in hearts dost reign,
Himalaya crested only rivalless,
Radiant in thy spotlessness,
Thou whose fruits and waters bless,
Mother hail!
Hail thou verdant unbeguiling,
Hail, o decked one sweetly smiling
Ever bearing
Ever rearing
Mother hail!"