aye mere watan ke logo tum khub laga lo naara
ye shub din hai hum sabka lehralo tiranga pyara
par mat bhulo seema par veero ne pran gawaye
kuch yaad unhe bhi karlo
kuch yaad unhe bhi karlo jo lout ke ghar naa aaye
jo lout ke gar na aaye

aye mere watan ke logo zara aankh me bhar lo pani
jo shahid huye hai unke zara yaad karo kurbaani
aye mere watan ke logo zara aankh me bhar lo pani
jo shahid huye hai unke zara yaad karo kurbaani
tum bhul naa jao unko isliye suno ye kahani
jo shashid huye hai unki zara yaad karo kurbaani

jab ghayal hua himalye khatre me padi aazadi
jab tak thi saans lade wo
jab tak thi saans lade wo phir apni lash bicha di
sangit pe dharkar matha so gaye amar balidani
jo shahid huye hai unki zara yaad karo kurbaani

koi sikh koi jaat martha koi sikh koi jaat martha
koi gurkha koi madrasis koi gurkha koi madrasis
sharhad par marne wala
sharhad par marne wala har veer tha bhartwasi
jo khun gira parwat par wo khun tha hindustaani
jo shahid huye hai unki zara yaad karo kurbaani

thi khun se lath path kaya phir bhi bandook uthake
das das ko ek ne maara phir gir gaye hosh gawa ke
jab ant samye aaya to
jab ant samye aaya to kahe gaye ki ab marte hai
khush rehna desh ke pyaro
khush rehna desh ke pyaro ab hum to safar karte hai
kya log the wo deewane kya log the wo abhimani
jo shahid huye hai unki zara yaad karo kurbaani

aye mere watan ke logo zara aankh me bhar lo pani
jo shahid huye hai unke zara yaad karo kurbaani
tum bhul naa jao unko isliye suno ye kahani
jo shashid huye hai unki zara yaad karo kurbaani

jay hind jay hind
jay hind ki sena
jay hind jay hind
jay hind ki sena
jay hind jay hind
jay hind ki sena
jay hind jay hind

O, people of my nation, let your voices ring,
Raise high the tricolor, let joy take wing.
But do not forget, on the borders they fell,
Those heroes who died, a story to tell.
Remember them now, with a heartfelt plea,
Remember them now, who shall never be free,
Who shall never return to their homes, you see.

O, people of my nation, let a tear now descend,
For those who are martyred, their sacrifice transcend.
Remember their valor, their courage so bold,
For the tales of their sacrifice must never grow old.
Lest you forget them, their memory to keep,
Listen to this story, for those who now sleep,
Remember their valor, their sacrifice so deep.

When Himalayas bled, and freedom was at stake,
Until their last breath, their stand they did make.
They gave up their bodies, as music did play,
On the soil of our nation, they forever did lay.
Martyrs they were, their memory we crave,
Remember their valor, their sacrifice so brave.

No matter their creed, Sikh, Jat, or Maratha bold,
Gurkha, Madrasi, a story to be told.
Each warrior a child of this land so grand,
Dying on the border, for their motherland.
The blood that they spilled, on the mountains high,
Was the blood of a nation, beneath an azure sky,
Remember their valor, their sacrifice nearby.

Their bodies were wounded, soaked in crimson red,
Yet, guns they did raise, and with valor they led.
Ten foes they vanquished, then fell to the ground,
Losing their senses, without a sound.
As death drew near, with their final breath,
"Be happy, dear country," they whispered in death,
"We are departing," they said, in their final breath.
What souls were they, so fierce and so bright,
Remember their valor, their sacrifice of light.

O, people of my nation, let a tear now descend,
For those who are martyred, their sacrifice transcend.
Remember their valor, their courage so bold,
For the tales of their sacrifice must never grow old.
Lest you forget them, their memory to keep,
Listen to this story, for those who now sleep,
Remember their valor, their sacrifice so deep.

Victory to India!
Victory to India's army!
Victory to India!
Victory to India's army!
Victory to India!
Victory to India's army!
Victory to India!