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A poem, it is considered one of the most inspirational poems ever and has

been authored by Dr. Harivansh Rai Bachchan

Here it is:-

Koshish Karne Walon Ki Kabhi Haar Nahin HotiLahron Se Dar Kar Nauka Paar Nahin Hoti

Koshish Karne Walon Ki Kabhi Haar Nahin HotiNanhi Chiti Jab Dana Lekar Chalti Hai

Chadhti Deewaron Par Sau Baar Phislati HainMan Ka Viswas Ragon Mein Sahas Bharta Hain

Chadhkar Girna Girkar Chadhna Na Akharta HainAkheer Uski Mehnat Bekaar Nahin Hoti

Koshish Karne Walon Ki Haar Nahin HotiDubkiyaan Sindhu Mein Gotaakhor Lagata Hain

Jaa Jaa kar Khali Haath Laut Aata HainMilte Nahin Sahaj Hi Moti Gahre Pani Mein

Badhta Duna Utsaah Isi Hairani Mein

Mutthi Uski Khali Her Baar Nahi Hoti

Koshish Karne Walon Ki Kabhi Haar Nahin HotiAsaflta Ek Chunauti Hain Swavikaar Karo

Kya Kami Rah Gayi Dekho Aur Sudhaar KaroJab Tak Na Safal Ho Nind Chain Ko Tyago Tum

Sangharshon Ka Maidan Chhod Mat Bhago Tum

Kuch Kiye Bina Hi Jay jay kaar Nahin Hoti

Koshish Karne Walon Ki Haar Nahin Hoti

By Dr. Harivansh Rai Bacchan

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"Vande maataraM

sujalaaM suphalaaM malayaja shiitalaaM

SasyashyaamalaaM maataram ||

Shubhrajyotsnaa pulakitayaaminiiM

pullakusumita drumadala shobhiniiMsuhaasiniiM sumadhura bhaashhiNiiM

sukhadaaM varadaaM maataraM ||

Koti koti kantha kalakalaninaada karaalekoti koti bhujai.rdhR^itakharakaravaale

abalaa keno maa eto bale

bahubaladhaariNiiM namaami taariNiiM

ripudalavaariNiiM maataraM ||

Tumi vidyaa tumi dharma

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tumi hR^idi tumi marma

tvaM hi praaNaaH shariire

Baahute tumi maa shakti

hR^idaye tumi maa bhakti

tomaara i pratimaa gaDi

mandire mandire ||

TvaM hi durgaa dashapraharaNadhaariNii

kamalaa kamaladala vihaariNii

vaaNii vidyaadaayinii namaami tvaaM

Namaami kamalaaM amalaaM atulaaM

SujalaaM suphalaaM maataraM ||

ShyaamalaaM saralaaM susmitaaM

bhuushhitaaM

DharaNiiM bharaNiiM maataraM |"

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Translation by Shree Aurobindo

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 easeLaughing 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

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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 her

swords of sheen,

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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 hairAnd 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!

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