aao bachho tumhe dikhaye jhaki hindustan ki
is mitti se tilaka karo ye dharti hai balidan ki
vande mataram vande mataram vande mataram vande mataram
aao bachho tumhe dikhaye jhaki hindustan ki
is mitti se tilaka karo ye dharti hai balidan ki
vande mataram vande mataram vande mataram vande mataram

ye hai apna rajputana naaj ise talwaro pe
jisne sara jiwan kata barchhi tir kataro pe
ye partap ka watan pala hai aajadi ke naaro pe
kud padi thi yaha hajaro padminiya angaro pe
bol rahi hai kan kan se kurbani rajasthan ki
is mitti se tilak karo ye dharti hai balidan ki
vande mataram vande mataram vande mataram vande mataram

dekho mulk maratho ka ye yaha siwaji dola tha
mugalo ki takat ko jisane talwaro pe taula tha
har parwat pe aag jali thi har ek pathar shola tha
boli har har mahadev ka baccha baccha bola tha
wir shiwaji ne rakhi thi laaj humari shan ki
is mitti se tilak karo ye dharti hai balidan ki
vande mataram vande mataram vande mataram vande mataram

jaliya wala baag ye dekho yahi chali thi goliya
ye mat puchho kisane kheli thi yaha khun ki holiya
ek taraf banduke dan dan ek taraf thi toliya
marne wale bol rahe the inkalab ki boliya
yaha laga di bahno ne bhi baji apni jaan ki
is mitti se tilak karo ye dharti hai balidan ki
vande mataram vande mataram vande mataram vande mataram
vande mataram vande mataram

Come children, let me show you India's heart,
Anoint yourselves with earth, where sacrifice began its art.
Vande Mataram, Vande Mataram, Vande Mataram, Vande Mataram
Come children, let me show you India's heart,
Anoint yourselves with earth, where sacrifice began its art.
Vande Mataram, Vande Mataram, Vande Mataram, Vande Mataram

This is Rajputana, proud on swords it stands,
Whose life was spent on spears and arrowed lands.
This is Pratap's realm, on freedom's chants it thrives,
Where thousands of Padminis leaped, in fire, their lives.
From every grain, Rajasthan's devotion rings,
Anoint yourselves with earth, where sacrifice began its wings.
Vande Mataram, Vande Mataram, Vande Mataram, Vande Mataram

Behold, the Maratha land, where Shivaji did tread,
Who weighed the Mughal might upon his sword, instead.
On every mountain, fire, on every stone, a spark,
"Har Har Mahadev!" cried each child, in the dark.
Brave Shivaji, preserved our pride, our grace,
Anoint yourselves with earth, where sacrifice finds its place.
Vande Mataram, Vande Mataram, Vande Mataram, Vande Mataram

Jallianwala Bagh, see where bullets flew,
Ask not who played the Holi, of blood anew.
On one side, the guns roared, on the other, the throng,
The dying spoke of revolution, strong.
Here, sisters wagered their very life's span,
Anoint yourselves with earth, where sacrifice began.
Vande Mataram, Vande Mataram, Vande Mataram, Vande Mataram
Vande Mataram, Vande Mataram