Vande Mataram Poem

Vande Mataram

By SubraMania Bharati

We'll bow to the Mother, 

Bharat the Mother.

No more caste or creed: 

born in Bharat,

 Brahmin and others

 Mother's children all.

We'll bow to the Mother.

Aren't the lowliest of the low

 the sharers of our life?

 Shall we deem them aliens 

who'll injure our interests?

We'll bow to the Mother.

Here flourish a thousand castes, 

but no room for foreigners. 

The Mother's children may quarrel, 

yet they are brothers.

We'll bow to the Mother.

What is life without unity?

 Division only spells ruin.

 If we hold fast to this truth, 

what more can we need?

We'll bow to the Mother.

Whatever may befall us, 

we'll equally share it.

 Thirty crores shall thrive-

 or all suffer defeat.

We'll bow to the Mother.

Ashamed of subjection,

 the toil, shame and blister, 

now shall we end it all

 and sing in chorus

We'll bow to the Mother