भारतीय इतिहास के ६ स्वर्णिम पृष्ठ (वीर सावरकर - विदेशी आक्रान्ताओं पर विजय गाथा)
भारतीय इतिहास के ६ स्वर्णिम पृष्ठ (वीर सावरकर - विदेशी आक्रान्ताओं पर विजय गाथा)
Six Glorious Epochs of Indian History by Veer Savarkar
स्वातंत्र्यवीर विनायक दामोदर सावरकर द्वारा
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- As soon as the reports of the final victories of the Hindus over the Muslims in this millennial Hindu-Muslim war reached Maharashtra, the Charans, the Bhats, the Gondhalees, who were the chief exponents of the poignant national feelings of the people at large, began to surcharge the atmosphere of every village in Maharashtra with triumphant joy, by means of their heroic poems and ballads, imbued with the most warlike ‘spirit’. There was not to be found any self-respecting Maratha who was not enthralled and inspired to hear these deeds of his own army. Since it is only in the imaginative vein, that a true picture of the romantic mood of the Maharashtra of that day can be drawn. I have tried to express it in my poem ‘Gomantak’ through the mouth of Maharashtrabhat, a typical representative of the Bhats, Charans and Gondhalees! A few couplets from the same poem are translated into English from the original in Marathi and cited here for the perusal of the reader.
- A Panegyric By Maharashtrabhat Here, O Hindus, hear you all Comes the news of our victory in War, Wrongs of a thousand years aveng’d Down is the victor vanquish’d again’ Celebrate the day with feastings and dancing Yours is the right by martyrdom seal’d But mind, th’task is not yet done! Only the ramparts so far’re won; The rock’s to be clim’d, the fort’s to be storm’d The wish’d for summit is safely to be made! Dawn’d today is the moment auspicious For Hindu-padshahi happy and glorious! Still the solemnities aren’t over Impending dangers overhead hover. Like Starters of Eras have we won this glory Like Starters of Eras must we hold it grimly Once again o’th banks of the Indus Proudly carrying the crest of gold Stands the horse of a Hindu warrior To quench his thirst of a thousand years! Come with the seas, ye, Gangamaiyya,