VANDE MATHARAM

Courtesy: Sri.Manish Modi

वन्दे मातरम्
 
 
सुजलां सुफलां मलयजशीतलाम्
शस्य श्यामलां मातरम्
वन्दे मातरम्
 
शुभ्र ज्योत्स्नां पुलकित
यामिनीम्
फुल्ल कुसुमित
द्रुमदलशोभिनीम्
सुहासिनीं सुमधुरभाषिणीम्
सुखदां वरदां मातरम्
 
सप्त कोटि कण्ठ कलकल निनाद कराले
द्विसप्त कोटि भुजैर्धृत
खरकरवाले
अबलाकेनुमा एतबले
बहुबलधारिणीं रिपुदलवारिणीम्
 
नमामि तारिणीं मातरम्
 
सुजलां सुफलां मलयजशीतलाम्
शस्य श्यामलां मातरम्
 
तुमि विद्या तुमि धर्म
 
तुमि ह्रदि तुमि मर्म
त्वं हि प्राणाः शरीरे
बाहुते तुमि माँ शक्ति
हृदये तुमि माँ भक्ति
तोमारै प्रतिमा गडि मन्दिरे
 
त्वं हि दुर्गा
दशप्रहरणधारिणीम्
कमला कमलदल विहारिणीम्
वाणी विद्यादायिनी नमामि त्वाम्
नमामि कमलां अमलां अतुलाम्
सुजलां सुफलां मातरम्
 
श्यामलां सरलां सुस्मितां भूषिताम्
 
धरणीं भरणीं मातरम्
 
वन्दे मातरम्
वन्दे मातरम्
वन्दे मातरम्
 
~बंकिमचन्द्र चट्टोपाध्याय
 
 
http://www.navelgazing.net/2014/01/blog-post.html
 
 
Mother, I venerate you.
Rich with your rushing streams,
Bright with orchard gleams,
Cool with thy winds of delight,
Green 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 ease
Laughing 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 lands
When swords flash out in seventy million hands
And seventy million voices roar
Thy dreadful name from shore to shore?
With many strengths who art mighty and stored,
To thee I call Mother and Lord!
Thou who saves, arise and save!
To her I cry who ever her foe drove
Back from plain and sea
And shook herself free.
 
Thou art wisdom, thou art law,
Thou art heart, our soul, our breath
Though art 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 art Durga, Lady and Queen,
With her hands that strike and her swords 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 gleams,
Dark of hue O candid-fair
 
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!
 
Mother sweet, I bow to thee
Mother sweet, I bow to thee
Mother sweet, I bow to thee
 
 
~ Bankimchandra Chattopadhyay
 
 
English translation by Aurobindo
 
 
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वन्दे मातरम् text courtesy Wikipedia and Anish Shah