Bhaarathi

 


Salutations to you, Oh, language divine,

Daughter of civilizations, born of time;

A tongue that draws the human mind

Into an embrace both vast and refined.


In dawn’s first whisper, ancient arcs ignite,

Where minds awaken to wisdom’s radiant light.

Tongues of sages weave a sacred song,

Binding centuries in a melody strong.


Fragrant with culture, gentle yet strong,

You carry the pulse of the world in song;

From Vedic chants to silent prayer,

Echoes of truth dance through the air.


Symbols and sounds, divine and pure,

Unlock the spirit’s deepest core.

Enriched with wisdom’s nectar rare,

You breathe new life into thought and prayer.


From nurturing roots your strength has grown,

A blessing earned through lifetimes known;

Imagination takes celestial flight,

Guided by words that shine so bright.


Rivers of knowledge, flowing wide,

Carry the soul on a timeless tide.

Scripts of splendor, etched with care,

Nurture the heart, dissolve despair.


To shape one’s spirit in your light

Is fortune distilled from endless nights.

In every line, a universe gleams,

A portal to eternal dreams.


Is there a language more enchanting, more fair,

More graceful in speech that fills the air?

Questions rise like morning sun,

Answers whisper, never gone.


When your rhythms travel land and sea,

Even oceans dance in harmony.

Through sacred syllables, spirits soar,

Connecting worlds, and so much more.


You echo through pages softly stirred,

Through whispered thoughts and written word;

Vibrations of love, of truth, of grace,

Resound across time and space.


Forests of ideas, streams that gleam,

Where imagination learns to dream.

A bridge of light, a sacred space,

Where mind and heart embrace.


Joy resounds where minds expand,

Where creativity finds its stand;

Oh, Sanskrit, language of divine design,

Your melody eternal, your essence fine.


Your realm is vast-no shore, no line

Can bind the reach of your design;

You draw us closer, soul to soul,

A timeless song that makes us whole.


Oh, bridge of nations, cultures entwined,

Where on earth have you not shined?

May your sacred echoes ever gleam,

In every heart, a living dream.


Does fragrance need musk alone to spread?

Your presence perfumes all paths we tread.

Blessed be the tongue that sets us free,

Oh, eternal flame, of eternity.


How many seasons have bloomed in your field,

How many truths have you helped reveal?

Ideas circle you like eager bees,

Drawing nectar from boundless trees;


Love and reason, science and art,

Wonder and wisdom-each their part.

All the richness of human grace

Is woven deep in your living lace;


Every joy, every doubt we bear

Finds voice and form within your care.

May your brilliance rise again and again,

Forever renewed, without end;


To us you gleam, a priceless treasure,

Radiant beyond all earthly measure.

Blessed the imagination shaped by you,

Revered the voice that speaks what’s true;


At the mention of your sacred name,

The world’s own pulse ignites in flame.

Reveal your beauty, Oh, splendid one,

Played like a jewel, bright as the sun;


When your music fills time and space,

The whole world listens-held in grace.


рд╕рдЩ्рдЧрдгрд╕्рдоृрддिः 


рд╡рди्рджे рднाрд╖ां, рдЬрдиाрдиां рдк्рд░ाрдЬ्рдЮां рдЬрди्рдордиिрд╖्рдаाрдо्।

рдХाрд╡्рдпрд╡िрднूрд╖рдгां, рдЬ्рдЮाрдирджीрдкं рджिрд╡्рдпрдо्॥


рдк्рд░ाрддःрд╕्рдоिрддाрд░्рдХे рдЬрдЧрдд् рдк्рд░рдЬ्рдЮाрдордпी рдк्рд░рд╡рд╣рддि,

рдЛрд╖िрдЧрдгाрдиां рд╢्рд▓ोрдХैः рд╕рдЩ्рдЧीрддं рд╕рджा рдиृрдд्рдпрддि॥


рд╕ौрди्рджрд░्рдпрдЧрди्рдзрдордпी, рд╕्рдеिрд░ा рдЪ рд▓рдШु рдЪ рдмрд▓िрдиी,

рд╕рд░्рд╡рд▓ोрдХрд╕्рдп рдЪिрдд्рддं рд╕्рдкृрд╢рддि рдордзुрд░ेрдг рдЧाрдиैः॥


рдЕрдХ्рд╖рд░ाрдгि рдЪ рд╕्рд╡рд░ाः рдЪ, рдкрд╡िрдд्рд░ा рдиिрд░्рдорд▓ा рдЪ,

рдоुрдХ्рддिрджं рд╣ृрджрдпेрд╖ु рдк्рд░рдЬ्рд╡рд▓рдпрди्рддि рдЪेрддрд╕ः॥


рдоूрд▓рдХृрд╖्рдгेрд╖ु рд╡ृрдХ्рд╖ेрд╖ु рд╡ीрд░्рдпрдо् рдЙрдд्рдкрдж्рдпрддे,

рдХрд▓्рдкрдиाрдпाः рдкंрдХ्рд╖िрдгः рдоुрдХ्рддः рдирднрд╕ि рдЙрдб्рдбрдпрди्рддि॥


рд╕्рдоृрддिрдирдж्рдпो рд╡िрд╡ृрдд्рдпा, рдЬिрдЬ्рдЮाрд╕ा рдк्рд░рд╡рд╣рддि,

рд▓ेрдЦिрддाрдиि рд╢िрд▓ाрд▓ेрдЦाрдиि рдордирд╕ि рд╣рд░рди्рддि рджुःрдЦрдо्॥


рдк्рд░рдд्рдпेрдХрд╢्рд▓ोрдХे рдм्рд░рд╣्рдоांрдбः рд╕्рдлुрд░рддि,

рд╕рдд्рдпрд╕्рд╡рд░ूрдкं рдЪिंрддрдиं рдж्рдпोрддрдпрддि॥


рд╕рд░्рд╡े рдЬाрддрдпः рднाрд╖ां рдкूрдЬрдпрди्рддि,

рд╕ंрд╕्рдХृрддрд╕्рдп рдЧीрддं рд╣ृрджрдпं рд╕्рдкृрд╢рддि॥


рд╕рдд्рдпं, рд╕ौंрджрд░्рдпं, рдзрд░्рдоं, рдЬ्рдЮाрдиं рдЪ

рдПрд╖ा рднाрд╖ा рд╕рд░्рд╡рдд्рд░ рд╕рдо्рд╕्рдорд░рддि॥


рдЖрдирди्рджं рдмुрдж्рдзिं рд╡िрдЬ्рдЮाрдиं рдЪ

рд╕рд░्рд╡ं рд╕рдо्рдкूрд░्рдгं рдпрд╕्рдп рд╕ुрд╡िрднूрд╖िрддрдо्॥


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