Monday, March 21, 2011

Meaning Of "Vande Maataram"


 "Vande maataram
sujalaam suphalaam malayaja shiitalaam 
Sasya shyaamalaam maataram ||


 Mother, I bow to thee!   
Rich with thy hurrying streams,   
bright with orchard gleams,   
Cool with thy winds of delight,   
Dark fields waving Mother of might,   
Mother free. 

 
 Shubhrajyotsnaa pulakitayaaminiim 
pullakusumita drumadala shobhiniim 
suhaasiniim sumadhura bhaashhiniim 
sukhadaam varadaam maataram Vande maataram  ||

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!   
Mother, to thee I bow. 

   Koti koti kantha kalakalaninaada karaale 
koti koti
 bhujaidhruta kharkarvalle  
abalaa keno maa eto bale 
bahubaladhaariniim namaami taariniim 
ripudalavaariniim maataram Vande maataram  || 

Who hath said thou are weak in thy lands   
When the sword flesh out in the seventy million hands   
And seventy million voices roar   
Thy dreadful name from shore to shore?   
With many strengths who are mighty and stored,   
To thee I call Mother and Lord!   
Though who savest, arise and save!   
To her I cry who ever her foeman drove   
Back from plain and Sea   
And shook herself free.   
     
 Tumi vidyaa tumi dharma 
tumi
 hridi tumi marma  
tvam hi praanaah shariire
Baahute tumi maa shakti 
hridaye tumi maa bhakti 
tomaarai pratimaa gani 
mandire mandire
maataram Vande maataram || 

  
Thou are wisdom, thou are law,  
Thou are heart, our soul, our breath  
Though are love divine, the awe  
In our hearts that conquers death.  
Thine the strength that nerves the arm,  
Thine the beauty, thine the charm.  
Every image made divine  
In our temples is but thine.  

 Tvam hi durgaa dashapraharanadhaarinii
kamalaa kamaladala vihaarinii
vaanii vidyaadaayinii namaami tvaam 

Namaami kamalaam amalaam atulaam
Sujalaam suphalaam maataram Vande maataram|| 

 

Thou are Durga, Lady and Queen,  
With her hands that strike and her  
swords of sheen,  
Thou are Lakshmi lotus-throned,  
And the Muse a hundred-toned,  
Pure and perfect without peer,  
Mother lend thine ear,  
Rich with thy hurrying streams,  
Bright with thy orchard gleams,  
Dark of hue O candid-fair 


 Shyaamalaam saralaam susmitaam bhuushhitaam
Dharaniim bharaniim maataram |"



 In thy soul, with jeweled hair  
And thy glorious smile divine,  
Loveliest of all earthly lands,  
Showering wealth from well-stored hands!  
Mother, mother mine!  
Mother sweet, I bow to thee,  
Mother great and free!