subah bura hai sham bura hai
nashe ka to anzaam bura hai
apne dil se puch ke dekho
deewano ye kaam bura hai

ae bharat ma ki santano
kis gaflat me ho nadano
ye chaman hai gautam chisti ka
iski azmat ko pahchano
kokinha shish aur heeroi
mat inka karowaar karo
ye hindustan dubara hai
iski mitti se pyar karo

takdeer hai tumse bharat ki
tasveer hai tumse bharat ki
kal ke nehru gandhi tum ho
kyon desh ko yun badnaam karo
do pal ki masti ki khatir
khelo na watan ki kismat se
apne gulshan ke phool ho tum
gulshan ko mat nilaam karo
ae bharat ma ki santano
kis gaflat me ho nadano

The dawn is foul, the dusk is stained,
The drunkard's path, a life unchained.
Ask your own heart, let conscience speak,
This deed, O lovers, is what you've gained?

O children of Bharat, the Mother,
In what stupor do you smother?
This garden of Gautam, Chisti's grace,
Recognize its sacred brother.
Cocaine, hashish, heroin's hold,
Cast these wicked trades aside.
This Hindustan, reborn and bold,
Love its soil, in its love abide.

From you, India's destiny gleams,
In you, India's portrait teems.
You are the Nehrus, Gandhis of the morrow,
Why tarnish your nation's dreams?
For fleeting joy, a moment's ease,
Do not gamble with your nation's fate.
You are the blooms within its trees,
Do not let your garden deprecate.
O children of Bharat, the Mother,
In what stupor do you smother?