Bharat Tirtha

Ganapatipule


Oh! Mother, let my mind awake slowly on this sacred shore of the sea. Where great souls of the world have come together to pay reverence. Here with outstretched hands we bow down to the Divine in human form. With bountiful prosody and supreme felicity we adore thee. Behold here oh! seeker the meditative mountain with rivers resounding and dancing to the solemn music of heaven. Adore here your reverential Mother Earth where great souls have come together on the seashore to pay reverence.

Nobody knows whose invitation invoke so many souls who have gathered here like a turbulent current of river that has come and dissolved itself in the Divine Ocean. In this sacred place Aryans, non-Aryans, Dravidians, Afghans and Moughals have come and detached their individuality in One Supreme Body. West has opened her door for everybody to get their blessings. Here everybody will bring into union and exchange gifts. Nobody will go empty handed from this seashore where great souls come together to pay reverence.

Those crossed the great mountains and deserts singing the song of your glory from their hearts like martial music and got their seats in your Own Self. Oh! Rudra-Vina play your notes in full tune, so that those who are still in doubt may throw away their doubts and will come and gather where great souls have come together on the seashore to pay reverence.



Here one day the strings of our heart played an endless tune of Omkara in praise of the Supreme One. In search of the Supreme One they have penanced for ages and oblated their ego into the holy fire. By throwing away the bonds of difference, they have emerged into universal brotherhood . That place of religious homage where so much penance and sacrament had taken place is now open to all. We should bow-down here where the great souls have come together on the seashore to pay reverence.

Come oh !Aryans, come non-Aryans, come Hindu and Muslims. Come, come oh Englishmen, come Christians, come Brahmins, purify your heart, hold the hands of downtrodden and out-castes. Remove all ills and disrespect. Come quickly for the coronation of Mother, where the ‘Mangal Ghat’ has to be filled with sacred water which become consecrated by the touch of the great souls who have come together on the seashore to pay reverence.


Rabindranath Tagore (1861-1941), writer and educationalist from Bengal, eastern India.


Video clip from the film Freedom and Liberation (2006)
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