National song of india Vande Mataram, lyrics and meaning

"वन्दे मातरम

सुजलाम   सुफलाम मलयज शीतलाम
सस्यश्यामलाम मातरम

शुब्रज्योत्स्ना पुलकित यामिनीम
पुल्ल्कुसुमिता द्रुमदल शोभिनिम
सुहाशिनिम सुमधरा भाशिनिम
सुखदाम वरदाम मातरम
वन्दे मातरम ||

(Upto this the song is adopted as the national song of India, that is the first 2 verses)

सप्त-कोटि कंठ कलकलनिनाद कराले
द्विसप्तकोटि भुजैर्धृत खरकारवाले
अबला  केनो  माँ  एतो बाले
बहुबलधारिणीम  नमामि  तारिणीम
रिपुदलवारिणीम  मातरम

तुमि  विद्या  तुमि  धर्मं
तुमि  हृदये   तुमि  मर्म
तवं  ही  प्राणाः  शरीरे

बाहुते  तुमि  माँ  शक्ति
हृदये  तुमि  माँ  भक्ति
तोमार  इ  प्रतिमा  गडी
मंदिरे  मंदिरे

तवं  ही  दुर्गा  दशप्रहरणधारिनी
कमला  कमलदल  विहारिणी
वाणी  विद्यादायिनी  नमामि  त्वं
नमामि  कमलां  अमलां  अतुलाम
सुजलाम  सुफलाम  मातरम

श्यामलाम सरलाम सुस्मितां भूषिताम
ढरणीम  भरणीम  मातरम ||


Translation by Shree 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 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,
Lovliest of all earthly lands,
Showering wealth from well-stored hands!
Mother, mother mine!
Mother sweet, I bow to thee,
Mother great and free! "