'वन्दे मातरम्' के रचईता बंकिमचन्द्र चट्टोपाध्याय को श्रद्धांजली!!

'वन्दे मातरम्' गीत, Vande Mataram lyrics in Hindi,हमारे राष्ट्रीय गीत 'वन्दे मातरम्' के रचईता बंकिमचन्द्र चट्टोपाध्याय का निधन सन 1894 में ८ अप्रैल को हुआ था। वन्दे मातरम् सुजलां सुफलां मलयजशीतलाम् शस्यशामलां मातरम् ।

हमारे राष्ट्रीय गीत 'वन्दे मातरम्' के रचईता बंकिमचन्द्र चट्टोपाध्याय का निधन सन 1894 में ८ अप्रैल को हुआ था। वन्दे मातरम भारतीय स्वतंत्रता संग्राम के काल में क्रान्तिकारियों का प्रेरणास्रोत बन गया था। वन्दे मातरम(Vande Mataram Lyrics) को प्रकाशित कर हम बंकिमचन्द्र चट्टोपाध्याय को श्रद्धांजली अर्पित करते हैं।

वन्दे मातरम्

सुजलां सुफलां मलयजशीतलाम्

शस्यशामलां मातरम् ।

शुभ्रज्योत्स्नापुलकितयामिनीं

फुल्लकुसुमितद्रुमदलशोभिनीं

सुहासिनीं सुमधुर भाषिणीं

सुखदां वरदां मातरम् ।। १ ।।

वन्दे मातरम् ।

कोटि-कोटि-कण्ठ-कल-कल-निनाद-कराले

कोटि-कोटि-भुजैर्धृत-खरकरवाले,

अबला केन मा एत बले ।

बहुबलधारिणीं नमामि तारिणीं

रिपुदलवारिणीं मातरम् ।। २ ।।

वन्दे मातरम् ।

तुमि विद्या, तुमि धर्म तुमि हृदि,

तुमि मर्म त्वं हि प्राणा:

शरीरे बाहुते तुमि मा शक्ति,

हृदये तुमि मा भक्ति,

तोमारई प्रतिमा गडि मन्दिरे-मन्दिरे मातरम् ।। ३ ।।

वन्दे मातरम् ।

त्वं हि दुर्गा दशप्रहरणधारिणी

कमला कमलदलविहारिणी वाणी विद्यादायिनी,

नमामि त्वाम् नमामि कमलां

अमलां अतुलां सुजलां सुफलां मातरम् ।। ४ ।।

वन्दे मातरम् ।

श्यामलां सरलां सुस्मितां

भूषितां धरणीं भरणीं मातरम् ।। ५ ।।

वन्दे मातरम् ।।

~बंकिमचन्द्र चट्टोपाध्याय

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Meaning of Vande Mataram by Sri Aurobindo 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, 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.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 Lakshmilotus-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-fairIn thy soul, with jewelled hair And thy glorious smile divine, Lovilest of all earthly lands, Showering wealth from well-stored hands! Mother, mother mine! Mother sweet, I bow to thee, Mother great and free!

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