O Mother! How did these Foreign Devils invade your home?
Was it, perhaps, not an invasion at first?
But, ‘twere I who welcomed them in!
Alas! When strength I had, how virtuous was I-
Looting these Foreigners I deemed to be a sin.
Once I overcome my stupor, O Mother,
This very righteousness will curse me!
While you are being violated so-
Your Son is unable to entertain even the thought of killing a ferocious beast!
Forsaken God Nrusimha, The Protector, have I!
To mere Cow worship have I turned.
Alas! Before a tiger become I,
More docile than the very Cow I worship!
Ah! Who has stung you? Wounded you with deadly poison?
Woe betide me! T'was the very Snake I nourished with milk-
He sank his teeth in you!
O Mother!
About the poet
Vinayak Damodar Savarkar
Vinayak Damodar Savarkar commonly known as 'Swatantryaveer Savarkar' in Marathi language, was an Indian independence activist and politician who formulated the Hindu nationalist philosophy of Hindutva. He was a leading figure in the Hindu Mahasabha. As a resp…
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O Ocean!
Take me, O Ocean! Take me to my Motherland!My soul is in torment away from her,
Beautiful Hindusthan!
O, Beautiful Hindusthan! Our very soul you are!O, beloved Hindusthan,
Heed me well
Heed me well, O my Mother, heed me well,Negligible perhaps be this service of mine,
Hind, Our Beautiful Motherland!
Hind, Our Beautiful Motherland!Brought to life all the Great Ones she did-
over and over
O how you polish them, over and over,Pampering them all day!
