Kolkata:
Many of us do not know that our national anthem was only one of the five stanzas, composed and penned by Rabindranath Tagore. Below are the five stanzas in their entirety - the original Bengali version coming first; followed by its English translation. (Watch: How Rabindranath Tagore wrote the Jana Gana Mana...)
O, the ruler of the minds of people, Victory be to You, dispenser of the destiny of India! Punjab, Sindhu, Gujarat, Maharashtra,Dravida(South India), Orissa, and Bengal, The Vindhya, the Himalayas, the Yamuna, the Ganges,and the oceans with foaming waves all around Wake up listening to Your auspicious name, Ask for Your auspicious blessings, And sing to Your glorious victory.
Oh! You who impart well being to the people! Victory be to you, dispenser of the destiny of India! Victory to you, victory to you, victory to you...
Your call is announced continuously, we heed your gracious call The Hindus, Buddhists, Sikhs, Jains, Parsis, Muslims and Christians, The east and the west come, to your throne And weave the garland of love...
Oh! You who bring in the unity of the people! Victory be to you, dispenser of the destiny of India!
The way of life is somber, as it moves through ups and downs. But we, the pilgrims, have followed it through the ages. Oh! Eternal charioteer, the wheels of your chariot echo day and night in the path In the midst of fierce revolution, your conch shell sounds. You save us from fear and misery
Oh! You who guide the people through tortuous path... Victory be to you, dispenser of the destiny of India! Victory to you, victory to you, victory to you...
During the bleakest of nights, when the whole country was sick and in swoon Wakeful remained Your incessant blessings, through your lowered but winkless eyes Through nightmares and fears, you protected us on Your lap. Oh loving mother
Oh! You who have removed the misery of the people... Victory be to you, dispenser of the destiny of India! Victory to you, victory to you, victory to you...
The night is over, and the sun has risen over the hills of the eastern horizon. The birds are singing, and a gentle auspicious breeze is pouring the elixir of new life. By the halo of your compassion, India that was asleep is now waking. On your feet we lay our heads. Victory, victory, victory be to you, the supreme king, the dispenser of the destiny of India! Victory to you, victory to you, victory to you...