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Vande Mataram

(O Mother, I bow to thee. You are filled with fine water of
great rivers and ponds. You are rich. A lot of fruits grow on the
trees growing on you. Whatever exists in your environment is
fragrant and cool like the wind from the Malay mountain. The
fields and granaries spread over you appear pretty in their
greenery. O Mother, I bow to thee.

Your nights replete with silvery moonlight are blissful. My
heart is moved at seeing this beauty. Your green trees possess
blooming flowers and they have fruits, which are indescribable
in words. When I look to them, it feels as if you laugh and talk
sweetly. You are the great welfare-oriented mother, giving all
types of joys and boons. Mother, I bow to thee.

Millions of your sons hail you in a loud sound. Millions of
your sons are standing ready with swords in their hands. How
can anyone call you powerless! You are very mighty. I bow to
thee. You deliver everybody. You eradicate the enemies. Mother,
I bow to thee.

You are learning, you are duty, because everybody in the
world has acquired learning from you, and has learnt duty. You
reside in everybody’s heart; you are the soft heart of everybody.
You infuse might into the arms of your sons. You infuse devotion
in the hearts of your sons. The idols of deities in thousands of
temples are all yours. Mother, I bow to thee.

You are Durga holding numerous weapons. You are
Lakshmi residing on the lotus. You are Saraswati, the source of
learning, art and language. Mother, I bow to thee.

O innocent Mother, you are pretty as lotus. We bow before
you. You are unique in the world. O Motherland rich in water
and fruits, we bow before you.