Ode To The Motherland Poem by Swatantryaveer Savarkar

How did these Foreign devils
Invade your home, O Mother?
Was it, perhaps, not an invasion at first
‘Twere I who brought them thither?

Alas! When strength I had
Looting them I deemed a sin.
O Mother, the stupor now dissipated,
This very righteousness is cursin'!

While you are being violated so
Alas! To say the least
Your son is unable to e'en think
Of killing a ferocious beast!

Forsaking God Nrusimha, the Protector,
Towards mere cow worship I lean.
Before a tiger become I,
Meeker than the cow, I glean!

Ah! Who has stung you?
With deadly poison wounded you?
Alas! The very snake I fed milk
He sank his teeth in you!

[This is a translation by Anurupa Cinar, Savarkar's original, 'Bhoomates, ' is in Marathi.]