Inspirational Quotations

Inspirational Quotes by Sarojini Naidu (Indian Feminist, Poet)

Sarojini Naidu (1879–1949,) born Sarojini Chattopadhyay, was an Indian feminist, poet, and nationalist leader. Sometimes called “Nightingale of India,” she was the first Indian woman to be president of the Indian National Congress and to be appointed an Indian state governor.

Naidu was born in Hyderabad to a Bengali family of Kulin Brahmins. Her father was the founder and administrator of the Hyderabad College, which later became the Nizam’s College. At 16, Sarojini was sent to England, where she studied at King’s College, London, and at Girton College, Cambridge, without getting a degree. She published three volumes of lyric verse: The Golden Threshold (1905,) The Bird of Time (1912,) and The Broken Wing (1915)—these were highly commended for their evocative and romantic descriptions of India.

Sarojini returned to India in 1898 and wedded Govindarajulu Naidu, a medical doctor from a lower caste. The marriage caused some trepidation in orthodox Hindu society, but it was a happy marriage.

Sarojini Naidu organized flood-relief in Hyderabad (1908) and lectured and campaigned on feminism, especially the abolition of purdah, the practice of secluding women from public observation.

Naidu also distinguished herself as a leader of the Indian nationalist movement. She met Mahatma Gandhi in London in 1914 and became one of his most trusted followers. She was the first Indian woman to be president of the Indian National Congress (1925) and was imprisoned several times for civil disobedience incidents, and took part in the negotiations leading to independence. She was a close friend of Mohammad Ali Jinnah, the founder of Pakistan, and was often deputed to ease tensions with the Muslim faction of India’s nationalist movement. In 1947, after the independence of India, she became the first governor of the United Provinces (“Uttar Pradesh” after 1950.)

Naidu’s collected poems have been published as The Sceptred Flute (1928) and The Feather of the Dawn (1961.)

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Where the voice of the wind calls our wandering feet,
Through echoing forest and echoing street,
With lutes in our hands ever-singing we roam,
All men are our kindred, the world is our home.

Our lays are of cities whose lustre is shed,
The laughter and beauty of women long dead;
The sword of old battles, the crown of old kings,
And happy and simple and sorrowful things.

What hope shall we gather, what dreams shall we sow?
Where the wind calls our wandering footsteps we go.
No love bids us tarry, no joy bids us wait:
The voice of the wind is the voice of our fate.
Sarojini Naidu
Topics: Journeys

A country’s greatness lies in its undying ideals of love and sacrifice that inspire the mothers of the race.
Sarojini Naidu

Rise, brothers, rise; the wakening skies pray to the morning light,
The wind lies asleep in the arms of the dawn like a child that has cried all night.
Come, let us gather our nets from the shore and set our catamarans free,
To capture the leaping wealth of the tide, for we are the kings of the sea!

No longer delay, let us hasten away in the track of the sea gull’s call,
The sea is our mother, the cloud is our brother, the waves are our comrades all.
What though we toss at the fall of the sun where the hand of the sea-god drives?
He who holds the storm by the hair, will hide in his breast our lives.

Sweet is the shade of the cocoanut glade, and the scent of the mango grove,
And sweet are the sands at the full o’ the moon with the sound of the voices we love;
But sweeter, O brothers, the kiss of the spray and the dance of the wild foam’s glee;
Row, brothers, row to the edge of the verge, where the low sky mates with the sea.
Sarojini Naidu

When there is oppression, the only self-respecting thing is to rise and say this shall cease today, because my right is justice. If you are stronger, you have to help the weaker boy or girl both in play and in the work.
Sarojini Naidu
Topics: Oppression

Shall hope prevail where clamorous hate is rife,
Shall sweet love prosper or high dreams have place
Amid the tumult of reverberant strife
‘Twixt ancient creeds, ‘twixt race and ancient race,
That mars the grave, glad purposes of life,
Leaving no refuge save thy succoring face?
Sarojini Naidu
Topics: Hope

In childhood’s pride I said to Thee:
O Thou, who mad’st me of Thy breath,
Speak, Master, and reveal to me
Thine inmost laws of life and death.

Give me to drink each joy and pain
Which Thine eternal hand can mete,
For my insatiate soul can drain
Earth’s utmost bitter, utmost sweet.

Spare me no bliss, no pang of strife,
Withhold no gift or grief I crave,
The intricate lore of love and life
And mystic knowledge of the grave.

Lord, Thou didst answer stern and low:
Child, I will hearken to thy prayer,
And thy unconquered soul shall know
All passionate rapture and despair.

Thou shalt drink deep of joy and fame,
And love shall burn thee like a fire,
And pain shall cleanse thee like a flame,
To purge the dross from thy desire.

So shall thy chastened spirit yearn
To seek from its blind prayer release,
And spent and pardoned, sue to learn
The simple secret of My peace.

I, bending from my sevenfold height,
Will teach thee of My quickening grace,
Life is a prism of My light,
And Death the shadow of My face.
Sarojini Naidu
Topics: Soul

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