"Vande maataram
sujalaam suphalaam malayaja shiitalaam Sasya shyaamalaam 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 ||
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.
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 ||
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.
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
tumi hridi tumi marma
tvam hi praanaah shariire
Baahute tumi maa shakti
hridaye tumi maa bhakti
tomaarai pratimaa gani
mandire mandire maataram Vande maataram ||
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.
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.
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!
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