Vande Mataram

I praise thee, mother

and your vast spread land

of saffron, white and green

I praise thee, mother

and your myriad children

in whose veins

runs the blood of valour

I praise thee, mother

and your waving grains

of the oceanic bright-green fields

I praise thee, mother

and your embracing children

who doffed disunity

I praise thee, mother

and your sparkling streams

adorning soaring peaks

We are bound to you,

like thriving deep roots

forged with the tenacity

of sacrificed blood

The brave souls

who unshackled your scarred wrists

awoke you to a new dawn

scripting patriotism with blood

We gather around you, mother

to sing this song of freedom

our voice bold;

and our heart pledged to the tricolour

We praise thee, mother

until our hearts sync

to every chant

Vande Mataram!

Vande Mataram!

Vande Mataram!