vande mataram, vande mataram
sujalaam suphalaam malayajasheetalaam
shasyashyaamalaam mataram, vande mataram
shubhra jyotsna pulakita yaaminim
phulla kusumita droomadala shobhinim
suhaasinim sumadhura bhaashinim
sukhadaam varadaam mataram, vande mataram

jharjhar nadiyaa, sarsar chalti
pawan shubh tere mausam, vande mataram
jungle jungle daali daali
chaandni barse sapnon waali
tere charnon ka chumban le hum
sheetal muskaan tera karam, vande mataram

he janani maa bharati, tu nahin saahas haarati
jag karta teri aarti, aisi teri bhakti
tere roop saakshat hain, tere karodon saath hain
tere karodon haath hain, jinme teri shakti hai
saare hi saagaron ke tat par hai teri prashansaa
tera harhar kshetra hai gagan sa

tu vidya, tu dharm hai, tu hridya, tu marm hai
prem se mann tera narm hai, karuna apaar teri
tu jyoti, tu gyaan hai, tu dheeraj, tu dhyaan hai
jaaga swaabhimaan hai, sunke pukaar teri
saare hi saagaron ke tat par hai teri prashansaa
tera harhar kshetra hai gagan sa
sujalaam suphalaam malayajasheetalaam
shasyashyaamalaam mataram, vande mataram

Mother, I bow to you, Mother, I bow.
To waters abundant, fruits overflowing, cool with sandalwood's grace,
Fields of green, dark and deep, Mother, I bow.
In nights of silver, the moon's embrace,
Where blossoms bloom, and trees interlace,
Smiling, speaking softly, in every place,
Giver of joy, bestower of grace, Mother, I bow.

Rivers murmur, breezes softly glide,
Your seasons whisper, where we abide, Mother, I bow.
Through forests deep, on branches high,
Moonlight falls, where dreams lie,
Kissing your feet, where we softly bow,
Cool is your smile, your mercy now, Mother, I bow.

O Mother India, never do you fail,
The world sings praise, in every gale, such devotion we vow.
Your forms are real, your children near,
Millions of hands, dispelling fear,
A strength untold, you bestow,
On every shore, your glories flow,
Your every field, a boundless sky.

You are knowledge, you are truth,
You are the heart, the soul's deep sooth,
Your love softens, in gentle proof, your compassion we cry.
You are the light, you are the lore,
You are the calm, and evermore,
Awakened pride at your call we implore,
On every shore, your glories flow,
Your every field, a boundless sky.
To waters abundant, fruits overflowing, cool with sandalwood's grace,
Fields of green, dark and deep, Mother, I bow.