Vande Mataram

**Vande Mataram** er Indias nasjonalsang. Den bør ikke forveklses med Indias nasjonalhymne, Jana-Gana-Mana. Teksten ble skrevet av Bankimchandra Chattopadhyay, i en blanding av sanskrit og bengali. Sangen ble skrevet i 1876, men gitt ut flrst i 1882. Tittelen betyr «lenge leve mødrelandet». Den første versjonen av det indiske flagget hadde «वन्दे मातरम्» (Vande Mataram) skrevet i det.

## Tekst

### [[Sanskrit]]

#### Hel versjon

सुजलां सुफलां मलयजशीतलाम्
सस्य श्यामलां मातरंम् .
शुभ्र ज्योत्सनाम् पुलकित यामिनीम्
फुल्ल कुसुमित द्रुमदलशोभिनीम्,
सुहासिनीं सुमधुर भाषिणीम् .
सुखदां वरदां मातरम् ॥

सप्त कोटि कण्ठ कलकल निनाद कराले
द्विसप्त कोटि भुजैर्ध्रत खरकरवाले
के बोले मा तुमी अबले
बहुबल धारिणीम् नमामि तारिणीम्
रिपुदलवारिणीम् मातरम् ॥

तुमि विद्या तुमि धर्म, तुमि ह्रदि तुमि मर्म
त्वं हि प्राणाः शरीरे
बाहुते तुमि मा शक्ति,
हृदये तुमि मा भक्ति,
तोमारै प्रतिमा गडि मन्दिरे-मन्दिरे ॥

त्वं हि दुर्गा दशप्रहरणधारिणी
कमला कमलदल विहारिणी
वाणी विद्यादायिनी, नमामि त्वाम्
नमामि कमलां अमलां अतुलाम्
सुजलां सुफलां मातरम् ॥

श्यामलां सरलां सुस्मितां भूषिताम्
धरणीं भरणीं मातरम् ॥


##### Engelsk

Mother, I salute thee!    
Rich with thy hurrying streams,
bright with orchard gleams,   
Cool with thy winds of delight,    
Green 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 swords flash out in 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!   
Thou who saves, arise and save!    
To her I cry who ever her foe 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 nerves 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!

*oversatt av [[Sri Aurobindo]]*

#### Offisiell versjon

वन्दे मातरम्
सुजलां सुफलां मलयजशीतलाम्
सस्य श्यामलां मातरम् |
शुभ्र ज्योत्स्ना पुलकित यामिनीम्
फुल्ल कुसुमित द्रुमदलशोभिनीम्,
सुहासिनीं सुमधुर भाषिणीम्
सुखदां वरदां मातरम् ||


##### Engelsk

Mother, I salute thee!
Rich with thy hurrying streams,
bright with orchard gleams,
Cool with thy winds of delight,
Green fields waving Mother of might,
Mother free.


### Bengali

#### Hel versjon

সুজলাং সুফলাং মলয়জশীতলাম্
শস্যশ্যামলাং মাতরম্॥
শুভ্রজ্যোত্স্না পুলকিতযামিনীম্
পুল্লকুসুমিত দ্রুমদলশোভিনীম্
সুহাসিনীং সুমধুর ভাষিণীম্
সুখদাং বরদাং মাতরম্॥

কোটি কোটি কণ্ঠ কলকলনিনাদ করালে
কোটি কোটি ভুজৈর্ধৃতখরকরবালে
কে বলে মা তুমি অবলে
বহুবলধারিণীং নমামি তারিণীম্
রিপুদলবারিণীং মাতরম্॥

তুমি বিদ্যা তুমি ধর্ম, তুমি হৃদি তুমি মর্ম
ত্বং হি প্রাণ শরীরে
বাহুতে তুমি মা শক্তি
হৃদয়ে তুমি মা ভক্তি
তোমারৈ প্রতিমা গড়ি মন্দিরে মন্দিরে॥

ত্বং হি দুর্গা দশপ্রহরণধারিণী
কমলা কমলদল বিহারিণী
বাণী বিদ্যাদায়িনী ত্বাম্
নমামি কমলাং অমলাং অতুলাম্
সুজলাং সুফলাং মাতরম্॥

শ্যামলাং সরলাং সুস্মিতাং ভূষিতাম্
ধরণীং ভরণীং মাতরম্॥


#### Offisiell versjon

বন্দে মাতরম্
সুজলাং সুফলাং মলযজশীতলাম্
শস্য শ্যামলাং মাতরম্ |
শুভ্র জ্যোত্স্ন পুলকিত যামিনীম্
ফুল্ল কুসুমিত দ্রুমদলশোভিনীম্,
সুহাসিনীং সুমধুর ভাষিণীম্
সুখদাং বরদাং মাতরম্ ||