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wjuBj`JyjotsnjhN pjuljiktjyjhimjnjImj],Pullj-kusjuimjtj-d`umj dlj-wjoiBjnjImj]. sjuHhisjnjI,N sjumjDjurBjhiQjqjImj],sjuxjdhN, vjrdhN, mjhtjrmj]. vjnde mjhtjrmj].2 Shubhrajyotsnam Pulakitayaamineem, Phullakusumita Drudalshobhaneem Suhaasineem Sumudhurbhashideem Sukhadaam Vardaam, Mataram,Vande Mataram 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, I bow to thee!
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Thou art Durga, Lady and Queen, With her hands that strike 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 gleams, Dark of hue O candid-fair, In thy soul, with jeweled hair, And thy glorious smile divine, Loveliest of all earthly lands, Showering wealth from well-stored hands! Mother sweet, I bow to thee, Mother great and free!
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