(11 December 1882 - 11 September 1921 / Ettayapuram, Madras Presidency / India)


When will this thirst for freedom slake?
When will our love of slavery die?
When will our Mother's fetters break?
When will our tribulations cease?

Wasn't there another Bharat
Reared by our noble Aryan race?
Lead us, Aryan, to victory!
Is't right we remain slaves?

Are famine and disease alone our share?
For whom, then, are the laurels and fruits?
Will you abandon us, your suppliants?
Can the mother cast her child aside?

Brave warrior! Aryan Lord!
Thou destroyer of the demon-race,
Where is your dharma? Isn't yours the duty
To revive us, and chase Fear away?

[Translated into English By S. Prema]

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It is a very powerful poem
My humble obeisance to these great poet warriors. It is because of their sacrifices that we relish the fruit of freedom.
A powerful write on freedom and against slavery Every stanza stands out. Liked the closure line. Beautifully crafted and well executed.
The original poem 'Freedomby Subramanya Bharathi and translated by S.Prema is really a beautiful poem regarding Bharat.
آزادی کے لیے برصغیر کے باشندوں نے بے شمار قربانیاں دی
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