वन्दॆ मातरम्

साहित्यम् - बङ्किञ्चन्द्र छट्टॊपाध्याय

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वन्दॆ मातरम् ।

सुजलाम् सुफलाम् मलयजशीतलाम्
सस्यश्यामलाम् मातरम् ॥

शुभ्रज्यॊत्स्नापुलकितयामिनीम्
फुल्लकुसुमितद्रुमदलशॊभिनीम्
सुहासिनीम् सुमधुरभाषिणीम्
सुखदाम् वरदाम् मातरम् ॥१॥

कॊटिकॊटि कण्ठ कलकल निनादकरालॆ
कॊटिकॊटि भुजैर्धृत खरकरवाले,
अबला कॆन मा ऎत बलॆ
बहुबलधारिणीम् नमामि तारिणीम्
रिपुदलवारिणीम् मातरम् ॥२॥

तुमि विद्या तुमि धर्म
तुमि हृदि तुमि मर्म
त्वम् हि प्राणाः शरीरॆ
बाहुतॆ तुमि मा शक्ति
हृदयॆ तुमि मा भक्ति
तॊमारयि प्रतिमा गडि मन्दिरॆ मन्दिरॆ मातरम् ॥३॥

त्वम् हि दुर्गा दशप्रहरणधारिणी
कमला कमलदलविहारिणी
वाणी विद्यादायिनी नमामि त्वाम्
नमामि कमलाम् अमलाम् अतुलाम्
सुजलाम् सुफलाम् मातरम् ॥४॥

श्यामलाम् सरलाम् सुस्मिताम् भूषिताम्
धरणीम् भरणीम् मातरम् ॥५॥

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Translation to English by Aurobindo Ghosh
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!