This thread is a place to share the national and patriotic songs. Firstly the one and only Vande Mataram: YouTube - Vande Mataram Anand Math Hemant Bankim Original Lyrics and Translation: 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 SAPTA KO TI KAN THA KALAKALANINAADA KARALE DWISAPTA 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! Thou 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 Thou 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 gleams, 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!