Vande Mataram Poem by Bankim Chandra Chatterjee

Poem by Bankim Chandra Chatterjee

Hindi

वन्दे मातरम्

सुजलां सुफलां मलयजशीतलाम्

शस्यश्यामलां मातरम्।

वन्दे मातरम्।

शुभ्रज्योत्स्ना पुलकितयामिनीम्

फुल्लकुसुमित द्रुमदलशोभिनीम्,

सुहासिनीं सुमधुर भाषिणीम्,

सुखदां वरदां मातरम्।

वन्दे मातरम्।

मूल गीत आगे इस तरह है

सप्तकोटि कण्ठ कलकल निनाद कराले

द्विसप्तकोटि भुजैर्धृत खरकरवाले।

अबला केनो मा तुमि एतो बले

बहुबल धारिणीं, नमामि तारिणीं

रिपुदलवारिणीं मातरम्।

वन्दे मातरम्।

तुमि विद्या, तुमि धर्म, तुमि हृदि, तुमि मर्म।

त्वं हि प्राणाः शरीरे, बाहुते तुमि मा शक्ति,

हृदये तुमि मा भक्ति, तोमारै प्रतिमा गढ़ि

मन्दिरे-मन्दिरे मातरम्।

वन्दे मातरम्।

त्वं हि दुर्गा दशप्रहरणधारिणी

कमला कमलदलविहारिणी।

वाणी विद्यादायिनी

नमामि त्वाम्, नमामि कमलाम्

अमलाम् अतुलाम्, सुजलां सुफलां

मातरम्।

वन्दे मातरम्।

श्यामलां सरलां सुस्मितां भूषिताम्

धरणीं भरणीं मातरम्।

वन्दे मातरम्।

This year marks the 150th anniversary of the composition of Vande Mataram. Bankim Chandra Chattopadhyay composed this song. Rabindranath Tagore set the tune for it. It was first sung in 1896 at the Calcutta session of the Congress. The first meeting of the Constituent Assembly on the night of 14 August 1947 began with “Vande Mataram”. Today, read the original form of this song, which has become a powerful slogan of freedom, and its Hindi interpretation.

Interpretation

Yogi and philosopher Sri Aurobindo rendered this song into a prose interpretation.

Oh Mother! Your land is full of water, laden with fruits and flowers, cooled by the cool fragrance of the Malaya mountains, covered with fields of swaying crops. Your nights are filled with the joy of moonlight and adorned with trees, flowers and leaves. You are the one who spreads smiles, speaks sweetly, and gives happiness. The voices rising from the throats of your millions of sons echo in the sky, and millions of arms wield swords and weapons.

Who says you are weak, Mother? You are immense power, the one who overcomes adversity and destroys enemies. You are knowledge, dharma, in the heart, and the essence of life. You are life, the power of arms, and the devotion of the heart. We worship you, Mother! You are Durga, the one who wields ten weapons, Lakshmi, seated on a lotus flower. You are Saraswati, the pure Mother! I bow to you.