bhitar-bhitar khaye chalo baahar shor machaye chalo
bhitar-bhitar khaye chalo baahar shor machaye chalo
bhed kaun kholegaa munh se kaun bolegaa
bhitar-bhitar khaye chalo baahar shor machaye chalo

jantaa bholi-bhaali hai pet bhi jeb bhi khaali hai
naaro se garmaa do lahu vaado se bahlaae chalo
vaado se bahlaae chalo
bhitar-bhitar khaye chalo baahar shor machaye chalo

badhti jaae hai mehngaai ghatti jaye hai kamayi
chizo ke daam badhae chalo insaa ka bhaav giraye chalo
insaa ka bhaav giraye chalo
bhitar-bhitar khaye chalo baahar shor machaye chalo

haatho me kuchh note lo
haatho me kuchh note lo phir chaaho jitne vote lo
khote se khotaa kaam karo baapu ko nilaam karo
are baapu ki tasvir hai ye
tere baap ki kyaa jaagir hai ye
baapu-baapu karte raho
zahar dilo me bharte raho
basti-basti aag lage
har insaan ik naag lage
praant-praant ko tang kare
bhasha se bhasha jang kare
koi yahaan maliyaali, koi yahaan bangali
gujarati hai koi yahaan, punjabi hai koi yahaan
ye hai maratha aur vo tamil
aapas me yaari hai mushkil
sabko chaahiye apani zami hindustaani koi nahi
hindustaani koi nahi, hindustaani koi nahi

desh kahaan ab desh rahaa, desh kahaan ab desh rahaa
desh to simaao me bataa
aur bhi tukde udaae chalo
kursi apni bachaye chalo
kursi apni bachaye chalo
bhitar-bhitar khaye chalo baahar shor machaye chalo

Consume within, yet shout aloud,
Consume within, yet shout aloud.
Who will unveil, who will speak?
Consume within, yet shout aloud.

The people, naive and pure,
Empty bellies, empty purse.
Stir the blood with slogans bold,
Sooth their souls with promises told.
With promises you weave the lies,
Consume within, yet shout aloud.

Inflation climbs, earnings fall,
Raise the prices, heed the call.
Devalue humanity's worth,
Devalue humanity's birth.
Consume within, yet shout aloud.

Take some notes in your hands,
Then buy votes in all the lands.
Do the most wretched of deeds,
Auction off the father's creeds.
Oh, this is the image of Bapu’s dream,
Is this your father's fiefdom, it would seem?
While you chant the name of the great,
Poison hearts, seal their fate.
Let fire engulf every town,
Every soul a serpent's crown.
Province to province, a constant strain,
Language against language, a cruel domain.
Malayali, Bengali, you may find,
Gujarati, Punjabi, of every kind.
Maratha, Tamil, they stand apart,
Friendship a burden on every heart.
Each desires their own claim to land,
But a true Hindustani, where does he stand?
No Hindustani, no, there is no band.

Where is the nation, where is its soul?
The nation fragmented, beyond control.
Shatter it further, into fragments small,
Preserve your throne, lest you fall.
Preserve your throne, hold your ground,
Consume within, yet shout aloud.