Vante Matharam-2. { People of Bharatham since Ancient days, consider, regard, feel, believe this Nation as their Holy Mother; Mother Devi. a combination of Saraswathi, Lakshmi, and Parvathi, called as Durga; a just Sanghalpam of all Ancient Bharatham, this still is followed, So for us Bharatham is our Mother; ......

Opinion
   05/04/2016.
       421.

         All Members,
        Respected family members of this great holy Nation.

  Sub : Vante Matharam-2.

 Ref : People of Bharatham since Ancient days, consider, regard, feel, believe this Nation as their Holy Mother; Mother Devi. a combination of Saraswathi, Lakshmi, and Parvathi, called as Durga; a just Sanghalpam of all  Ancient Bharatham, this still is followed, So for us Bharatham is our Mother; ......  

 "Matha, Pitha, Guru, Dhaivam. " { "1. Mother, 2. Father, 3. Teacher, 4. God."}  So Mother has the most important place, the first; and PLACE OF GOD IS LAST, this should not be meant disrespect to God, as Lord Krishna says in Gita!

 Discussion-2.

2. Translation -

Mother, I salute 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 ease
Laughing low and sweet!
Mother I kiss thy feet,
Speaker sweet and low!
Mother, to thee I salute.

Who hath said thou art weak in thy lands
When the swords flash out in seventy million hands
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!
Thou 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
Thou art love divine, the awe
In our hearts that conquers death.
Thine the strength that nerves 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,
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 bejeweled hair
And thy glorious smile divine,
Loveliest of all earthly lands,
Showering wealth from well-stored hands!
Mother, mother mine!
Mother sweet, I salute thee,
Mother great and free!

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        JAIHIND.
       To be continued  ..