শক্তিদম্ভ স্বার্থলোভ মারীর মতন
দেখিতে দেখিতে আজি ঘিরিছে ভুবন।
দেশ হেতে দেশান্তরে স্পর্শবিষ তার
শান্তিময় পল্লী যত করে ছারখার।
যে প্রশান্ত সরলতা জ্ঞানে সমুজ্জ্বল,
স্নেহে যাহা রসসিক্ত, সন্তোষে শীতল,
ছিল তাহা ভারতের তপোবনতলে।
বস্তুভারহীন মন সর্ব জলে স্থলে
পরিব্যাপ্ত করি দিত উদার কল্যাণ,
জড়ে জীবে সর্বভূতে অবারিত ধ্যান
পশিত আত্মীয়রূপে। আজি তাহা নাশি
চিত্ত যেথা ছিল সেথা এল দ্রব্যরাশি,
তৃপ্তি যেথা ছিল সেথা এল আড়ম্বর,
শান্তি যেথা ছিল সেথা স্বার্থের সমর।

WHEN MY first early songs woke in my heart I thought they were the playmates of the morning flowers.
When they shook their wings and flew into the wilderness it seemed to me that they had the spirit of the summer which comes down with a sudden thunder roar to spend its all in laughter.
I thought that they had the mad call of the storm to rush and lose their way beyond the sunset land.
But now when in the evening light I see the blue line of the shore,
I know my songs are the boat that has brought me to the harbour across the wild sea.

THOU ART THE ruler of the minds of all people,
Thou Dispenser of India's destiny.
Thy name rouses the hearts
of the Punjab, Sind, Gujarat and Maratha,
of Dravida, Orissa and Bengal.
It echoes in the hills of the Vindhyas and Himalayas,
mingles in the music of Jumna and Ganges.
and is chanted by the waves of the Indian Sea.
They pray for thy blessing and sing thy praise,
Thou dispenser of India's destiny,
Victory, Victory, Victory to thee.
Day and night, thy voice goes out-from land to land,
Calling Hindus, Buddhists, Sikhs and Jains round thy throne
and Parsees, Mussalmans and Christians.
Offerings are brought to thy shrine by the East and the West
to be woven in a garland of love.
Thou bringest the hearts of all peoples into the harmony of one life,
Thou Dispenser of India's destiny,
Victory, Victory, Victory to thee.
Eternal Charioteer, thou drivest man's history
along the road rugged with rises and falls of Nations.
Amidst all tribulations and terror
thy trumpet sounds to hearten those that despair and droop,
and guide all people in their paths of peril and pilgrimage.
Thou Dispenser of India's destiny,
Victory, Victory, Victory to thee.
When the long dreary, night was dense with gloom
and the country lay still in a stupor,
thy Mother's arms held her,
thy wakeful eyes bent upon her face,
till she was rescued from the dark evil dreams
that oppressed her spirit,
Thou Dispenser of India's destiny,
Victory, Victory, Victory to thee.
The night dawns, the sun rises in the East,
the birds sing, the morning breeze brings a stir of new life.
Touched by golden rays of thy love
India wakes up and bends her head at thy feet.
Thou King of all Kings,
Thou Dispenser of India's destiny,
Victory, Victory, Victory to thee.