Vande Mataram Lyrics

Vande Mataram – Lyrics

Vande Mataram – Lyrics 

“Vande Mataram”, which means “I praise thee, Mother”. “Vande Mataram” is a poem which was written in Sanskrit language. in 1870, this poem had been written by Bankimchandra Chatterjee. He wrote a Bengali novel “Ananda Math” in which he included this poem “Vande Mataram” in 1882. 

In 1886, Rabindranath Tagore first sang this song. The Constituent Assembly of India has adopted this poem “Vande Mataram” as the National Song of India on 24th January, 1950. 

 
 

Title: Vande Mataram 

Film: Ananda Math 

Music Director: Hemant Kumar 

Lyricist: Bankimchandra Chatterjee 

Singer(s): Lata Mangeshkar 

 

Vande Mataram - Lyrics 

Vandē Mātaram. 
Sujalāṁ suphalāṁ 
Malaẏajaśītalām 
Śasyaśyāmalāṁ 
Mātaram. 

Śubhra-jyōtsnā-pulakita-yāminīm 
Phullakusumita-drumadalaśōbhinīm, 
Suhāsinīṁ sumadhurabhāṣinīm 
Sukhadāṁ baradāṁ Mātaram. 

Saptakōṭīkanṭha-kala-kala-ninādakarālē 
Dbisaptakōṭībhujaidhr̥takharakarabālē, 
Abalā kēna mā ēta balē! 
Bahubaladhārinīṁ 
Namāmi tarinīṁ 
Ripudalabārinīṁ 
Mātaram. 

Tumi bidyā tumi dharmma 
Tumi hr̥di tumi marmma 
Tbaṁ hi prānāḥ śarīrē. 
Bāhutē tumi mā śakti, 
Hr̥daẏē tumi mā bhakti, 
Tōmārai pratimā gaṛi mandirē mandirē. 

 
 

वन्दे मातरम् -लिरिक्स 

वन्दे मातरम् 
सुजलां सुफलाम् 
मलयजशीतलाम् 
शस्यश्यामलाम् 
मातरम्। 

शुभ्रज्योत्स्नापुलकितयामिनीम् 
फुल्लकुसुमितद्रुमदलशोभिनीम् 
सुहासिनीं सुमधुर भाषिणीम् 
सुखदां वरदां मातरम्।। 

सप्त-कोटि-कण्ठ-कल-कल-निनाद-कराले 
द्विसप्त-कोटि-भुजैर्धृत-खरकरवाले, 
अबला केन मा एत बले। 
बहुबलधारिणीं 
नमामि तारिणीं 
रिपुदलवारिणीं 
मातरम्।। 

तुमि विद्या, तुमि धर्म 
तुमि हृदि, तुमि मर्म 
त्वम् हि प्राणा: शरीरे 
बाहुते तुमि मा शक्ति, 
हृदये तुमि मा भक्ति, 
तोमारई प्रतिमा गडी मन्दिरे-मन्दिरे।। 

त्वम् हि दुर्गा दशप्रहरणधारिणी 
कमला कमलदलविहारिणी 
वाणी विद्यादायिनी, 
नमामि त्वाम् 
नमामि कमलाम् 
अमलां अतुलाम् 
सुजलां सुफलाम् 
मातरम्।। 

वन्दे मातरम् 
श्यामलाम् सरलाम् 
सुस्मिताम् भूषिताम् 
धरणीं भरणीं 
मातरम्।। 

Meaning of Vande Mataram 

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, 

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 safest, 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, 
loveliest of all earthly lands, 
Showering wealth  

From well-stored hands! 
Mother, mother mine! 
Mother sweet, I bow to thee, 
Mother great and free!