Текст и перевод песни Lisa Ono - Vande Mataram

Vande Mataram

Vande maataram.
Vande maataram
Sujalaam sufalaam malayaj sheetalaam sasyashyaamalaam maataram
Vande maataram
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

Mother, I Bow to Thee

Mother, I bow to thee.
Mother, I bow to thee
Rich with foliage, heavy with fruit, cool with the south wind, dark with the crops, Mother.
Mother, I bow to thee
With the moonlight bright and serene, with the odor of flowers, adorned with blossoms, charming, melodious-voiced, dispenser of happiness, gracious Mother.
Mother, I bow to thee. The seven notes of music, the noise of bees, the scream of birds, the clash of arms, the din of drums, the thunder of the Ocean, the murmur of streams; the sweet songs of birds, the boom of artillery; the shout of victory, the cry of defeat, the clash of warriors, the clang of machinery; the sound of weeping and laughter, the thunder of the Railway train, the whirl of the motor car. All these voices make the chorus of thy music; they sing thy praise throughout the world. I bow to thee, O Goddess, the giver of liberty and victory. Mother, I bow to thee.
Thou art learning, thou art religion, thou art the heart, thou art the soul; thou art the life within our bodies; thou art the might in our arms, the wisdom in our brains, the love in our hearts; thou art our mother, our goddess, our queen. We worship thee, O Mother.
Thou art Durga, the wielder of ten weapons, Kamala, the dweller on the lotus; thou art Saraswati, the giver of knowledge; I worship thee, I worship thee, Kamala, the pure and incomparable, the rich with foliage, heavy with fruit, Mother.