भारत माता की जय
जन्म-दायिनी ममतामयी, माँ भारती शीश नवाऊँ।
संगीत उपजा प्रथम जहाँ पर, 'मानस' उसके गुण गाऊँ।।
संगीत उपजा प्रथम जहाँ पर, 'मानस' उसके गुण गाऊँ।।
हिमालय का सरताज सिर पर, दक्षिण में समुद्र-आगोश।
सुन 'मानस' भारत माँ की जय, उर में करे संचार जोश।।
सुन 'मानस' भारत माँ की जय, उर में करे संचार जोश।।
अखंडता भारत की 'मानस', और एकता हैं मिसाल।
हाथ थामकर, एक जानकर, भेदभाव की गिरे दीवाल।।
हाथ थामकर, एक जानकर, भेदभाव की गिरे दीवाल।।
था गौरवशाली 'मानस' भूत, करना पर यह भी मुमकिन।
वर्तमान में कर्मठ बन, बनाना हैं कल को स्वर्णिम।।
वर्तमान में कर्मठ बन, बनाना हैं कल को स्वर्णिम।।
बहुत हुआ भू पर द्यु का, 'मानस' बरसों से शोषण।
अब मुक्त हुई सोने की चिड़िया, बनानी हैं फिर जग-भूषण।।
अब मुक्त हुई सोने की चिड़िया, बनानी हैं फिर जग-भूषण।।
ग़ुलामी की तोड़ बेड़ी, फ़ैला रही हैं 'मानस' पंख।
विश्व सजग हो जाओ सुन, बज रहा भारती का जय-शंख।।
विश्व सजग हो जाओ सुन, बज रहा भारती का जय-शंख।।
© Poem by मानस मादरेचा
Bharat Mata Ki Jai
Janm-daayini mamtaamayi, Maa Bharati sheesh navaau;
Sangeet upjaa pratham jahaa par, 'Manas' uske gun gaau...
Himalay ka sartaaj sir par, dakshin mein samudra-aagosh;
Sun 'Manas' Bharat maa ki jay, ur mein kare sanchaar josh...
Akhandta Bharat ki 'Manas', aur ekta hain misaal;
Haath thaamkar, ek jaankar, bhedbhaav ki gire diwaal...
Thaa gauravshaali 'Manas' bhoot, karna hain par yeh bhi mumkin;
Vartmaan mein karmath ban, banaana hain kal ko swarnim...
Bahut huaa bhoo par dyu ka, 'Manas' barso se shoshan;
Mukt huyi sone ki chidiyaa, banaani hain fir jag-bhushan...
Gulaami ki tod bedi, failaa rahi rahi hain 'Manas' pankh;
Vishwa sajag ho jaao sun, baj raha Bharati ka jay-shankh...
© Poem by Manas Madrecha
Sangeet upjaa pratham jahaa par, 'Manas' uske gun gaau...
Himalay ka sartaaj sir par, dakshin mein samudra-aagosh;
Sun 'Manas' Bharat maa ki jay, ur mein kare sanchaar josh...
Akhandta Bharat ki 'Manas', aur ekta hain misaal;
Haath thaamkar, ek jaankar, bhedbhaav ki gire diwaal...
Thaa gauravshaali 'Manas' bhoot, karna hain par yeh bhi mumkin;
Vartmaan mein karmath ban, banaana hain kal ko swarnim...
Bahut huaa bhoo par dyu ka, 'Manas' barso se shoshan;
Mukt huyi sone ki chidiyaa, banaani hain fir jag-bhushan...
Gulaami ki tod bedi, failaa rahi rahi hain 'Manas' pankh;
Vishwa sajag ho jaao sun, baj raha Bharati ka jay-shankh...
© Poem by Manas Madrecha
Hail Mother India
I bow my head to Mother India, who is the giver of birth and affectionate. For the first time, where music sprang from, I sing Her laurels…
Listening to Mother India being hailed, who has crown of Himalayas on the head and lapped by ocean in the south, the heart gets infused with fervour…
The integrity and unity of India is a paradigm. By holding the hands and knowing (everyone) to be one, let the wall of discrimination fall...
The past was glorious, but even this has to be made possible – By becoming diligent in the present, tomorrow needs to be forged golden...
The ‘Heaven on the earth' (India) has been exploited enough, since so many years. Now the golden sparrow has emancipated; again it has to be moulded into an ornament of the world...
Breaking the chains of slavery, She is spreading the wings. O world, get ready by listening to victory-conch of Mother India being played...
© Poem by Manas Madrecha
Listening to Mother India being hailed, who has crown of Himalayas on the head and lapped by ocean in the south, the heart gets infused with fervour…
The integrity and unity of India is a paradigm. By holding the hands and knowing (everyone) to be one, let the wall of discrimination fall...
The past was glorious, but even this has to be made possible – By becoming diligent in the present, tomorrow needs to be forged golden...
The ‘Heaven on the earth' (India) has been exploited enough, since so many years. Now the golden sparrow has emancipated; again it has to be moulded into an ornament of the world...
Breaking the chains of slavery, She is spreading the wings. O world, get ready by listening to victory-conch of Mother India being played...
© Poem by Manas Madrecha