Vande Mataram Poem by Bankim Chandra Chattopadhyay
Vande Mataram
I show gratitude to thee, Mother,
richly-watered, richly-fruited,
cool with the winds of the south,
dark with the crops of the harvests,
The Mother!
Her nights rejoicing in the glory of the moonlight,
her lands clothed beautifully with her trees in flowering bloom,
sweet of laughter, sweet of speech,
The Mother, giver of boons, giver of bliss.
Translation by Sri Aurobindo Ghose
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Mother is our perfect giver of bliss. Victor she is ever we never miss. Her boons beautifully flow from far. Mother is our fortune she is shining star. Cool wind touches mind mother is kind. In her affection and love she does ever bind. Outstanding poem this is and very pleasing. Patriotism comes with spiritual essence...10+++++++++++