Vande Mataram !
National song of India

(you are listening to A R Rehman’s Revival of Vande Mataram)

“Vande
maataraM 
sujalaaM suphalaaM malayaja shiitalaaM 
SasyashyaamalaaM maataram || 
 
Shubhrajyotsnaa pulakitayaaminiiM 
pullakusumita drumadala shobhiniiM 
suhaasiniiM sumadhura bhaashhiNiiM 
sukhadaaM varadaaM maataraM || 
 
Koti koti kantha kalakalaninaada karaale 
koti koti bhujai.rdhR^itakharakaravaale 
abalaa keno maa eto bale 
bahubaladhaariNiiM namaami taariNiiM 
ripudalavaariNiiM maataraM || 
 
Tumi vidyaa tumi dharma 
tumi hR^idi tumi marma  
tvaM hi praaNaaH shariire 
 

Baahute tumi maa
shakti 
hR^idaye tumi maa bhakti 
tomaara i pratimaa gaDi 
mandire mandire || 

TvaM hi durgaa
dashapraharaNadhaariNii 
kamalaa kamaladala vihaariNii 
vaaNii vidyaadaayinii namaami tvaaM 

Namaami kamalaaM
amalaaM atulaaM 

SujalaaM suphalaaM maataraM ||

 

 

ShyaamalaaM saralaaM susmitaaM bhuushhitaaM 

DharaNiiM bharaNiiM maataraM |”


Translation
by Shree Aurobindo

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.   

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 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 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
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 nervs 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 gleems,  

Dark of hue O candid-fair  

In thy
soul, with jewelled hair
  

And 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! 

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  1. That is so pretty!  I was reading your other posts from this week.  I can’t believe that it has been a year since the Tsunami!  It feels like it just happened.  I’m sorry about the death of your Grandma’s sister – it’s hard to lose someone we are close to.  

  2. thine the beauty thine the charm….got a new computer tonight..the other one died…..so nice to be up to speed again…. will get yahoo loaded so i can talk to you tomorrow…<3     ahhh the beauty the divine……<3 katie

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