Vande-Matram
Shishir Jain
Sometimes back picked up from India-D.
Shishir
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The English translation of Vande Mataram rendered by Shree Aurobindo,
is considered to be the "official" and best. According to Bhavan's book, Vande
Mataram by Moni Bagchee, (pg. 66), "Bankin Chandra composed the song in an
inspired moment, Rabindranath sang it by setting a tune to it and it was left
to the genius of Aurobindo to interpret the deeper meaning of the song
out of which India received the philosophy of new Nationalism."
Mother, I bow to thee! |Vande Materam,
Rich with thy hurrying streams, |Sujalam Sufalam Malayaja Sheetalam,
bright with orchard gleams, |Sasya Shyamalama, Mataram!
Cool with thy winds of delight, |
Dark fields waving Mother of might, |
Mother free. |
Glory of moonlight dreams, |Subhra Jyotsanam - Pullakita - Yamini,
Over thy branches and lordly streams, |Fula- Kusumita -Drumadala - Shobhinim
Clad in thy blossoming trees, |Suhasinim Sumadhur - Bhashinim
Mother, giver of ease |Sukhadam Varadam Mataram
Laughing low and sweet! |Vande Mataram!
Mother I kiss thy feet, |
Speaker sweet and low! |
Mother, to thee I bow. |
Who hath said thou art weak in thy lands,| Sapta koti - Kantha Kalakala Ninad
When the sword flesh out in the seventy | Karale
million hands |Sapta Koti Bhujaii Dhrut Kharkarwale
And seventy million voices roar |Ke bale Ma tum hi abale
Thy dreadful name from shore to shore? |Bahubala - Dharini Namami Tarinim
With many strengths who art mighty and |
stored, |Ripudal - Varinim, Mataram
To thee I call Mother and Lord! |Vande Mataram
Though who savest, arise and save! |
To her I cry who ever her foeman drove |
Back from plain and Sea |
And shook herself free. |
Thou art wisdom, thou art law, |Tumhi Vidya Tumhi Dharma
Thou art heart, our soul, our breath |Tumhi (H)Rudi Tumhi Marma
Though art love divine, the awe |Tvahi Pranah Sharire!
In our hearts that conquers death. |
Thine the strength that nervs the arm, |Bahute Tumhi Ma Shakti
Thine the beauty, thine the charm. |(H)rudaye Tumhi Ma Bhakti
Every image made divine |Tomarahi Pratima Gadi
In our temples is but thine. |Mandire Mandire
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Thou art Durga, Lady and Queen, |Tvahi Durga Dashapraharana - Dharini
With her hands that strike and her |
swords of sheen, |
Thou art Lakshmi lotus-throned, |Kamala Kamal - Dal - Viharinim
And the Muse a hundred-toned, |Vani Vidyadayini
Pure and perfect without peer, |Namami Tva
Mother lend thine ear, |Namami Kamala(m) Amala(m) Atula(m)
Rich with thy hurrying streams, |Sujalam Sufalam Mataram,
Bright with thy orchard gleems, |Vande Mataram
Dark of hue O candid-fair |
In thy soul, with jewelled hair |Shyamalam Saralam Susmitam Bhushitam
And thy glorious smile divine, |Dharanim Bharanim Mataram
Lovilest of all earthly lands, |
Showering wealth from well-stored hands!|
Mother, mother mine! |
Mother sweet, I bow to thee, |
Mother great and free! |