Vande Mataram

Vande Mataram is the national song of India.The song was written by Bankim Chandra Chatterjee.

The first two verses of Vande Mataram adopted as the "National Song" read as follows:

vande mātaram
sujalāṃ suphalāṃ
malayajaśītalām
śasya śyāmalāṃ
mātaram
vande mātaram

śubhra jyotsnam
pulakita yāminīm
phulla kusumita
drumadalaśobhinīm
suhāsinīṃ
sumadhura bhāṣiṇīm
sukhadāṃ varadāṃ
mātaram
vande mātaram

Translation (English):

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 thee

Translation (Tamil)
வந்தே மாதரம்!
சுஜலாம் சுபலாம்
மலயஜ சீதலாம்
ஷஸ்யஷியாமளாம்
மாதரம்
வந்தே மாதரம்

ஷுப்ரஜ்யோத்ஸன
புலகிதயாமினிம்
புல்லகுஸுமித த்ருமதல
ஷோபினிம்
சுஹாசினிம் சுமதுர
பாஷினிம்
சுகதாம் வரதாம்
மாதரம்
வந்தே மாதரம்

Full Version:

vande maataram...

vande maataram...

maataram...

sujalaam sufalaam malayaj sheetalaam

sasyashyaamalaam maataram

vande...

shubhrajyotsna pulakit yaaminiim

phulla kusumita drumadal shobhiniim

suhaasinim sumadhura bhaashhinim

sukhadaam varadaam

maataram... vande maataram

sapta koti kantha kalakala ninaada karaale

nisapta koti bhujaidhruta kharakarvaale

sapta koti kantha kalakala ninaada karaale

nisapta koti bhujaidhruta kharakarvaale

ka bola ka noma eith bole

bahubal dhaariniin namaami taariniim

ripudalavaariniin maataram

vande maataram ...

tumi vidyaa tumi dharma, tumi hridi tumi marma

tvan hi praanaah shariire

baahute tumi maa shakti,

hridaye tumi maa bhakti,

tomaarai pratimaa gadi mandire mandire

 vande maataram...

tvan hi durgaa dashapraharanadhaarinii

kamalaa kamaladala vihaarinii

vaanii vidyaadaayinii, namaami tvaam

namaami kamalaan amalaan atulaam

sujalaan sufalaan maataram

vande maataram...

shyaamalaan saralaan susmitaan bhuushhitaam

dharaniin bharaniin maataram

vande maataram...

Translation: 

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 thee.

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-tone,

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!