Vande Mataram

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Vande MataramThe National Song of India

 

"Vande maataraMsujalaaM suphalaaM malayaja shiitalaaMSasyashyaamalaaM maataram ||

 

Shubhrajyotsnaa pulakitayaaminiiMpullakusumita drumadala shobhiniiMsuhaasiniiM sumadhura bhaashhiNiiMsukhadaaM varadaaM maataraM ||

 

Koti koti kantha kalakalaninaada karaalekoti koti bhujai.rdhR^itakharakaravaaleabalaa keno maa eto balebahubaladhaariNiiM namaami taariNiiMripudalavaariNiiM maataraM ||

 

Tumi vidyaa tumi dharmatumi hR^idi tumi marmatvaM hi praaNaaH shariireBaahute tumi maa shaktihR^idaye tumi maa bhaktitomaara i pratimaa gaDimandire mandire ||

 

TvaM hi durgaa dashapraharaNadhaariNiikamalaa kamaladala vihaariNiivaaNii vidyaadaayinii namaami tvaaMNamaami kamalaaM amalaaM atulaaMSujalaaM suphalaaM maataraM ||

 

ShyaamalaaM saralaaM susmitaaM bhuushhitaaMDharaNiiM bharaNiiM maataraM |"

 

Translation by Shree AurobindoMother, 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.Glory of moonlight dreams,Over thy branches and lordly streams, Clad in thy blossoming trees,Mother, giver of easeLaughing low and sweet!Mother I kiss thy feet,Speaker sweet and low!Mother, to thee I bow.Who hath said thou art weak in thy landsWhen the sword flesh out in the seventy million handsAnd seventy million voices roarThy dreadful name from shore to shore?With many strengths who art mighty and stored,To thee I call Mother and Lord!Though who savest, arise and save!To her I cry who ever her foeman droveBack from plain and SeaAnd shook herself free.Thou art wisdom, thou art law,Thou art heart, our soul, our breathThough art love divine, the aweIn our hearts that conquers death.Thine the strength that nervs the arm,Thine the beauty, thine the charm.Every image made divineIn our temples is but thine.

 

Thou art Durga, Lady and Queen,With her hands that strike and herswords of sheen,Thou art 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 gleems,Dark of hue O candid-fairIn thy soul, with jewelled hairAnd thy glorious smile divine,Lovilest of all earthly lands,Showering wealth from well-stored hands!Mother, mother mine!Mother sweet, I bow to thee,Mother great and free!

 

BHARATMA

 

Vande MataramBankin Chandra composed the song Vande Mataram in an inspired moment, Rabindranath sang it by setting a glorious tune to it and it was left to the geniusof Shri Aurobindo to interpret the deeper meaning of the song out of which India received the philosophy of new Nationalism.The English translation of Vande Mataram rendered by Shree Aurobindo, is considered as official and best as per Bhavan's book, Vande Mataram by Moni Bagchee(pg. 66). -- P. Subramani