Vande Mataram
वन्दे मातरम्
सुजलां सुफलां मलयजशीतलाम्
शस्यशामलां मातरम् ।
शुभ्रज्योत्स्नापुलकितयामिनीं
फुल्लकुसुमितद्रुमदलशोभिनीं
सुहासिनीं सुमधुर भाषिणीं
सुखदां वरदां मातरम् ।। १ ।।
वन्दे मातरम् ।
कोटि-कोटि-कण्ठ-कल-कल-निनाद-कराले
कोटि-कोटि-भुजैर्धृत-खरकरवाले,
अबला केन मा एत बले ।
बहुबलधारिणीं नमामि तारिणीं
रिपुदलवारिणीं मातरम् ।। २ ।।
वन्दे मातरम् ।
तुमि विद्या, तुमि धर्म तुमि हृदि,
तुमि मर्म त्वं हि प्राणा:
शरीरे बाहुते तुमि मा शक्ति,
हृदये तुमि मा भक्ति,
तोमारई प्रतिमा गडि मन्दिरे-मन्दिरे मातरम् ।। ३ ।।
वन्दे मातरम् ।
त्वं हि दुर्गा दशप्रहरणधारिणी
कमला कमलदलविहारिणी वाणी विद्यादायिनी,
नमामि त्वाम् नमामि कमलां
अमलां अतुलां सुजलां सुफलां मातरम् ।। ४ ।।
वन्दे मातरम् ।
श्यामलां सरलां सुस्मितां
भूषितां धरणीं भरणीं मातरम् ।। ५ ।।
वन्दे मातरम् ।।
Vande maataram, vande maataram,
Sujalaam suphalaam, malayaja sheetalaam
Sasya-shyaa-malam maataram, Vande maataram
Shubhra-jyotsnaa pulakita yaaminim,
pulla-kusumita druma dala shobhi-neem,
Suhaasi-neem sumadhura bhaashinim,
sukhadaam varadaam maataram,
Vande maataram
Koti koti kantha, kalakala ninaade karale,
koti koti bhujai-rdh-rita khara-kara-wale
Abala keno maa eto bale, bahu-bala-dhaarineem,
namami taarineem Ripudala-vaarineem
Vande, maataram
Tumi vidyaa tumi dharma tumi hrudi
tumi marma tvam hi praanah sharieere
Baahute tumi maa shakti hrudaye tumi maa bhakti
Tomaara i pratima gadi mandire, mandire maataram
Vande maataram
Twam hi durgaa, dasha-praharana-dhaarineem
kamala kamala-dala vihaarini
Vaani vidya-daayini
Namami tvaam, namami kamalaam amalaam atulaam sujalaam suphalaam maataram
Vande Maataram, Vande Maataram
Mother, I bow to you! Rich with your hurrying streams, bright with your ochard bleams. Cool with your winds of delight, dark fields waving, mother of might, mother free. Glory of moonlight dreams, over your ranches and lordly streams, clad in your blossoming trees, Mother giver of ease, laughing low and sweet! Mother I kiss your feet, speaker sweet and low! Mother, to you I bow
WHo has said you are weak in your lands, when the sword flesh out in the millions and millions hands, and million and million voices roar. Your deadful name from shore to shore? With many strengths who are mighty and stored. TO you I call Mother and Lord! Through who savest, arise and ave! To her I cry who ever foeman drove. Back plain and sea. And shook herself free.
You are wisdom, you are law, and you are heart, our soul and our breath. Though is love divine the awe. In our hearts the conquers death. You the strength that nerves the arm, you the beauty, you the charm. Every image made divine. In our temples is but you. You are the Durga, lady and queen, with her hands that strike and her swords of sheen, you are Lakshmi lotus-throned. The muse a hundred-toned, Pure namaami and perfect without peer. Mother lend your ear, rich with your hurrying systems, bright with your orchard gleams, dark of hue O canded-fair. Mother I bow to you