Vande Mataram

मातृ, I crawl on knees!

Along thy empoisoned streams,

Lined with carcasstrees,

With Bhopalwinds at night,

Waving मातृ’s dark fields of fright,

मातृ: “Kneel!”


Red, the moonlight bleeds,

Over Kashmir vales and glens and streams,

Into thy sanguine sees,

मातृ, slayer of peace

Laughing wry and deep!

मातृ, on my head your feet,

Torcher, kick and blow!

मातृ, you made me bow.