Vande Mataram


Have heard the song vandemataram, got the lyrics along with the meaning from my friend, is really nice… Absolutely proud to be an Indian

Vande Mataram
sujalaam
suphalaam
malayaja sheethalam
shashya shyamalaam
Maataram, vande maataram
Shubhra jothsana pulakitha yaminim
Phulla kusumitat drumah dala shobhinim
Suhasinim, Sumadhura bhAshinim
sukhadaam varadhaam, maataram
Vande mataraam

VANDE MATARAM
SUJALAM SUPHALAM
MALAYAJA SEETALAM
SASYA SHAMALAAM MATARAM
VANDE MATARAM

SHUBRA JYOTSNAA
PULAKITA YAMINIM
PULLAKUSUMITA
DRUMADALA SHOBHINIM
SUBHASHINIM
SUMADHURA BHASHINIM
SUKHADAAM VARADAAM
MATARAM
VANDE MATARAM

KO TI KO TI KAN THA
KALAKALANINAADA
KARALE KO TI KO TI BHUJAI
RDHR^ITAKHARA KARAVAALE
ABALAA KENO MAA ETO BALE
BAHUBHALADHARINIM
NAMAAMI TAARINIM
RIPUDALA VARINIM
MATARAM
VANDE MATARAM

TUMI VIDYAA, TUMI DHARMAA
TUMI HRIDI, TUMI MARMA
TUM HI PRANAAH SHARIIRE

BAHUTE TUMI MAA SHAKTI
HRIDAYA TUMI MAA BHAKTI
TOMARAA I PRATIMAA GADI
MANDIRE MANDIRE

TVAM HI DURGAA
DASHA PRAHARA NADHAARINI
KAMALA KAMALADALA VIHARINI
VANI VIDHYADAYINI NAMAAMI TVAM
NAMAAMI KAMALAAM,
AMALAAM, ATULAAM
SUJALAAM SUPHALAAM MATARAM
VANDE MATARAM

SHYAMALAAM SARALAAM
SUSMITAAM BHUUSHITAAM
DHARANIM BHARANIM
MATARAM
VANDE MATARAM

My obeisance to Mother India!
With flowing beneficial waters
Filled with choicest fruits
With Sandal scented winds
Green with the harvest
O mother! My obeisance to you!
Ecstatic moonlit nights
The plants blooming with flowers
Sweet speaker of sweet languages
Fount of blessings,
Mother, I salute you!

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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