Earlier this year, the Union home ministry ordered that a full six-stanza rendition of Vande Mataram, lasting 3 minutes and 10 seconds, should be played or sung at several official events. These include flag-hoisting ceremonies, the President’s arrival at functions, before and after her speeches to the nation, and around governors’ arrivals and addresses.

As per a 10-page directive dated January 28, the ministry specified that whenever both the national song and the national anthem, Jana Gana Mana, are performed together, Vande Mataram must come first, with the audience standing at attention throughout. The note clarified that people are expected to stand whenever the official version of the national song is played or sung. This directive was circulated in both English and Hindi to all states, union territories, ministries, and constitutional bodies.

The order also listed various settings where the song can appropriately be played, including school assemblies. This step came in an attempt to broaden the government’s effort to promote Vande Mataram, following a contentious parliamentary debate held to commemorate the song’s 150th anniversary.

Here is Vande Mataram, with stanza by stanza pronunciation and English translation.

VAHN-day Maa-ta-ram

Sujalām suphalām malayaja-śītalām

Soo-ja-laam Soo-fa-laam Ma-la-ya-ja Shee-ta-laam

Śasya-śyāmalām Mātaram

Shas-ya Shyaa-ma-laam Maa-ta-ram

Vande Mataram

VAHN-day Maa-ta-ram

Śubhra-jyotsnām pulakita-yāminīm

Shoo-bhra Jyot-snaam Poo-la-ki-ta Yaa-mi-neem

Phulla-kusumita druma-dala-śobhinim

Phool-la Ku-soo-mi-ta Dru-ma Da-la Sho-bhi-nim

Suhāsinīm sumadhura bhāṣinim

Soo-haa-si-neem Soo-ma-dhoo-ra Bhaa-shi-nim

Sukhadām varadām Mātaram

Soo-kha-daam Va-ra-daam Maa-ta-ram

Vande Mataram

VAHN-day Maa-ta-ram

Koṭi-koṭi kaṇṭha kalakala nināda karāle

Ko-ti Ko-ti Kan-tha Ka-la-ka-la Ni-naa-da Ka-raa-lay

Koṭi-koṭi bhujair dhṛta kharakaravāle

Ko-ti Ko-ti Bhu-jair Dhri-ta Kha-ra-ka-ra-vaa-lay

Ke bole Mā tumi abale!

Kay Bo-lay Maa Too-mi A-ba-lay!

Bahubaladhāriṇīm namāmi tāriṇīm

Ba-hoo-ba-la-dhaa-ri-neem Na-maa-mi Taa-ri-neem

Ripudala-vāriṇīm Mātaram

Ri-poo-da-la Vaa-ri-neem Maa-ta-ram

Vande Mataram

VAHN-day Maa-ta-ram

Tumi vidyā, tumi dharma

Too-mi Vid-yaa, Too-mi Dhar-ma

Tumi hṛdi, tumi marma

Too-mi Hri-di, Too-mi Mar-ma

Tvam hi prāṇaḥ śarīre

Tvam Hee Praa-nah Sha-ree-ray

Bāhute tumi Mā śakti

Baa-hoo-tay Too-mi Maa Shak-ti

Hṛdaye tumi Mā bhakti

Hri-da-yay Too-mi Maa Bhak-ti

Tomārai pratima gaṛi mandire-mandire

To-maa-rai Pra-ti-ma Ga-ri Man-di-ray Man-di-ray

Vande Mataram

VAHN-day Maa-ta-ram

Tvam hi Durgā daśa-praharaṇa-dhāriṇī

Tvam Hee Door-gaa Da-sha Pra-ha-ra-na Dhaa-ri-neee

Kamalā kamala-dala-vihāriṇī

Ka-ma-laa Ka-ma-la Da-la Vi-haa-ri-neee

Vāṇī vidyā-dāyinī

Vaa-nee Vid-yaa Daa-yi-neee

Namāmi tvām namāmi kamalām

Na-maa-mi Tvaam Na-maa-mi Ka-ma-laam

Amalām atulām

A-ma-laam A-too-laam

Sujalām suphalām Mātaram

Soo-ja-laam Soo-fa-laam Maa-ta-ram

Vande Mataram

VAHN-day Maa-ta-ram

Śyāmalām saralām susmitām bhūṣitām

Shyaa-ma-laam Sa-ra-laam Soo-smi-taam Bhoo-shi-taam

Dharaṇim bharaṇīm Mātaram

Dha-ra-nim Bha-ra-neem Maa-ta-ram

Vande Mataram

VAHN-day Maa-ta-ram

Mother,I praise thee!

Rich with thy hurrying streams,

Bright with thy orchard gleams,

Cool with the winds of delight,

Dark fields waving, Mother of might,

Mother free.

Glory of moonlight 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 seventy million voices roar

Thy dreadful name from shore to shore?

With many strengths who art mighty and strong,

To thee I call, Mother and Lord!

Thou who savest, arise and save!

To her I cry who ever her foemen drove

Back from plain and Sea

And shook herself free.

Thou art wisdom, thou art law,

Thou art heart, our soul, our breath

Thou art love divine, the awe

In our hearts that conquers death.

Thine the strength that nerves the arm,

Thine the beauty, thine the charm.

Every image divine.

In our temples is but thine.

Thou art Goddess Durga, Lady and Queen,

With her hands that strike and her swords of sheen,

Thou art Goddess Kamala (Lakshmi), lotus-throned,

And Goddess Vani (Saraswati), bestower of wisdom known

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 thy 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!

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