Acronyms used in the website

SABCL - Sri Aurobindo Birth Centenary Library

CWSA - Complete Works of Sri Aurobindo

CWM - Collected Works of The Mother

Resource name: /E-Library/Works of Sri Aurobindo/English/Other Editions/Bankim - Tilak - Dayananda/Bankim.htm
BANDE MATARAM   (Original  Bengali  in  Devanagri  Character)   Page - 3                                                                                    Page - 4 BANDE MATARAM (Translation)   Mother, I bow to thee! Rich with thy hurrying streams, Bright with thy orchard gleams, Cool with thy winds of delight, Dark fields waving, Mother of might, Mother free. Glory of moonlight dreams, Over thy branches and lordly streams, Clad in thy blossoming trees, Mother, giver of ease, Laughing low and sweet! Mother, I kiss thy feet, Speaker sweet and low! Mo
Resource name: /E-Library/Works of Sri Aurobindo/English/Other Editions/Bankim - Tilak - Dayananda/precontent.htm
Resource name: /E-Library/Works of Sri Aurobindo/English/Other Editions/Bankim - Tilak - Dayananda/Tilak.htm
BAL GANGADHAR TILAK   Neither Mr. Tilak nor his speeches really require any presentation or foreword. His speeches are, like the featureless Brahman, self-luminous. Straightforward, lucid, never turning aside from the point which they mean to hammer in or wrapping it up in ornamental verbiage, they read like a series of self-evident propositions. And Mr. Tilak himself, his career, his place in Indian politics are also a self-evident proposition, a hard fact baffling and dismaying in the last degree to those to whom his name has been anathema and his increasing pre-eminence figured as a portent of evil. The condition of things in India being given, the one possible aim for political ef
Resource name: /E-Library/Works of Sri Aurobindo/English/Other Editions/Bankim - Tilak - Dayananda/Dayananda.htm
DAYANANDA    I   THE MAN AND HIS WORK   Among the great company of remarkable figures that will appear to the eye of posterity at the head of the Indian Renascence, one stands out by himself with peculiar and solitary distinctness, one unique in his type as he is unique in his work. It is as if one were to walk for a long time amid a range of hills rising to a greater or lesser altitude, but all with sweeping contours, green-clad, flattering the eye even in their most bold and striking elevation. But amidst them all, one hill stands apart, piled up in sheer strength, a mass of bare and puissant granite, with verdure on its summit, a solitary pine jutting out i