Sasyashyamalam, Mataram !

Shubhrajyotsna Pulakitayaminim,

Pullakusumita Drumadal Shobhinim,

Suhasinim, Sumadhur Bhushinim,

Sukhadam, Vardam, Mataram !

I bow to thee, Mother,
richly-watered, richly fruited,
cool with the winds of the south,
dark with the crops of the harvests, The Mother !
Her nights rejoicing in the
glory of the moonlight,
Her lands clothed beautifully with her trees
in flowering bloom, sweet of laughter,
sweet of speech, the Mother, giver of boons,
giver of bliss.