Vande Mataram
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Though a major aspirant for being the national anthem of India, Vande Mataram was eventually overtaken by Jana Gana Mana, which was ultimately chosen. The choice was slightly controversial, since the Vande Mataram was the one song that truly depicted the pre-independence national fervour. The song was rejected on the grounds that Muslims felt offended by its depiction of the nation as "Ma Durga"—a Hindu goddess— thus equating the nation with the Hindu conception of shakti, divine feminine dynamic force; and by its origin as part of Anandamatha, a novel they felt had an anti-Muslim message (see External links below). There is some controversy with Jana Gana Mana also as it mentions some areas as part of India which are now no longer with India. However, in recent times, there has been much more of an acceptance of the historically passionate patriotic cry and, for example, famous Muslim popular music composer A. R. Rahman has released an album with the same title, which had become a resounding success.
Dr Rajendra Prasad, who was presiding the Constituent Assembly on January 24 1950, made the following statement which was also adopted as the final decision on the issue:
- The composition consisting of words and music known as Jana Gana Mana is the National Anthem of India, subject to such alterations as the Government may authorise as occasion arises, and the song Vande Mataram, which has played a historic part in the struggle for Indian freedom, shall be honored equally with Jana Gana Mana and shall have equal status with it. (Applause) I hope this will satisfy members. (Constituent Assembly of India, Vol. XII, 24-1-1950)
Text of Vande Mataram
In Devanagari script
वन्दे मातरम् सुजलां सुफलां मलयजशीतलाम् बहुबलधारिणीं नमामि तारिणीम् रिपुदलवारिणीं मातरम्॥In Bengali script বন্দে মাতরম্ 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॥
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In Devanagari script
सुजलां सुफलां मलयजशीतलाम् शस्य श्यामलां मातरंम् . शुभ्र ज्योत्सनाम् पुलकित यामिनीम फुल्ल कुसुमित द्रुमदलशोभिनीम्, सुहासिनीं सुमधुर भाषिणीम् . सुखदां वरदां मातरम् ॥ सप्त कोटि कन्ठ 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 ॥In Bengali script
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॥
Translation
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.
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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,
Loveliest of all earthly lands,
Showering wealth from well-stored hands!
Mother, mother mine!
Mother sweet, I bow to thee,
Mother great and free!
translated by Sri Aurobindo
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