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Bankim Chandra Chatterjee

sujalAm suphalAm malayaja-SeetalAm
sasya-SyAmalAm mAtaram ||

suhAsineem sumadhura-bhAshiNeem
sukhadAm varadAm mAtaram ||

dwishashThiko'Ti-bhujai dhruta-kharakaravAle'
abalA kaino' mA aito' bo'le'
bahubala-dhariNeem namAmi tAriNeem
ripudala-vAriNeem mAtaram ||

tumi vidyA tumi dharm
tumi hrudi tumi marm twam _hi_ prANAh Sareere' ||

bAhute' tumi mA Sakti
hrudaye' tumi mA bhakti
to'mArayi pratimA jaDi mandire' ||

twam _hi_ durgA daSapraharaNa-dhariNeem
kamalA kamala-daLa-vihAriNeem
vANee vidyAdAyinee namAmi twAm
namAmi kamalAm amalAm atulAm
sujalAm suphalAm mAtaram
vande' mAtaram |

SyAmalAm saraLAm susmitAm bhu'shitAm
dharaNeem bharaNeem mAtaram ||

English Translation

Aurobindo Ghosh

Mother, I bow to thee!
Rich with thy hurrying streams,
Bright with thy orchard gleams,
Cool with thy winds of delight
Dark fields waving, Mother of might,
Mother free.

Glory of moon light 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 swords flash out in seventy million hands
And sevnty 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!

Thou who savest, arise and save!
To her I cry who ever her foemen drave
Back from plain and sea
And shook herself free.

Thou art wisdom, thou art law,
Thou our heart, our soul, our breath,
Thou the love divine, the awe
In our hearts that conquers death.
Thine the heauty, 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 gleams,
Dark of hue, O candid--fair
In thy soul, with jewelled hair
And the glorious smile divine,
Loveliest of all earthly lands,
Showering wealth from well-stored hands!
Mother, Mother mine!
Mother sweet, I bow to thee
Mother great and free!