Vande Mataram is the national song of India written by the Bankim Chandra Chattopadhyay in 1882 in novel, Anandamath. Originally it was written two languages, Bengali and Sanskrit.
National song is sung to the Mother Land on any national occasions. This song is very inspiring had help freedom fighters a lot during the Indian independence movement. It is very powerful and still inspires us to always fight for our nation wellness. It was first time sung by the Rabindranath Tagore in 1896 in a political meeting of Indian National Congress.
Two most beautiful stanzas of the original Vande Mataram song have been officially declared as the National Song of India in 1950 after the independence of India.
Lyrics of National Song of India
The two stanzas of the original version Vande Mataram has been adopted as the “National Song” of India:
sasya syamalam mataram
sukhadam varadam mataram
Original Lyrics of Vande Mataram
This is the complete and original lyrics of the Vande Mataram from which the National Song of India has been taken:
Sujalam suphalam, malayaja shitalam,
Phullakusumita drumadala shobhinim,
Suhasinim, sumadhura bhashinim,
Sukhadam, varadam, Mataram!
Saptakotikantha kalakala ninada karale
Dvisaptakoti bhujair dhrita-khara karavale
Abala kena ma eta bale
Bahubala dharinim, namami tarinim,
Tumi vidya, tumi dharma,
Tumi hridi, tumi marma,
Tvam hi pranah sharire!
Bahute tumi ma shakti,
Hridaye tumi ma bhakti,
Tomarayipratima gari mandire mandire!
Tvam hi Durga dashapraharana dharini,
Vani, vidyadayini namami tvam,
Namami Kamalam, amalam, atulam,
Sujalam, suphalam, Mataram,
Shyamalam, saralam, susmitam, bhushitam,
Dharanim, bharanim, Mataram!”
Meaning of National Song of India in English
“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