Songs that are close to my heart:)

Song Sharing Sunday

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This is a Song which is one of my all time favourites..First because of music n Lyrics. Second cos of Sharukh Khan – The King Khan…. THE HERO

Music by the Oscar winning AR RAHMAN

M posting this for the song sharing sunday hosted by my dear friend Angeline 

Though itz in my mother tongue hope u can get the feel..i couldn’t get the translation in English…

For my Non-Indian Frens : The story is  the heroine is a terrorsit which the hero doesn’t know.And hero works for the National Radio station ,his father being a martyr in Indian National Army..Hope now u can feel it n see 🙂

Song Sharing Sunday #1

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This is my first song for the (officially 1st,unofficially 2nd) Song sharing sunday hosted by my dear fren Angeline 🙂

This is one song I love..By AR Rahman..“Vande Mataram ” .. Vande Mataram in original is written by  Bankimchandra Chattopadhyay… and  sung by Rabindranath Tagore , Asia’s first Nobel laureate And this song is considered equivalent to our National anthem… ie This is our National Song… click here to read more abt the history and importance of the song… And the same lyrics has been composed by the great AR Rahman..n rest is history for the song that has always  re-kindled the patriotism in every Indian..

Must watch is how the Song has been shot:)

PS: Click the “play button” n then click the first video of the many that scrolls at the bottom 🙂

And here are the lyrics.. Or exact English version of our National song by Shree Aurbindo.

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 ease   
Laughing 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   
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,  
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 hair  
And 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!