ma dharti ki sulaghati chati ke
bechain sarare puchte hai
tum log jinhe apna na sake
vo phul ke dhare puchte hai
sadko ki juban chilati hai
sagar ke kinare puchte hai

ye kiska lahu hai kaun mara
ye kiska lahu hai kaun mara
rah rah ke vatan ko kaun bataye
ye kiska lahu hai kaun mara
ye kiska lahu hai kaun mara
ye kiska lahu hai kaun mara

ye jalte huye ghar kiske hai
ye kat te huye tan kiske hai
taksin ke andhe toofan me
lut te huye gushan kiske hai
badbakt fizaye kiski hai
badbakt fizaye kiski hai
barbad nashe man kiske hai
kuch ham bhi sune hamko bhi suna
kuch ham bhi sune hamko bhi suna
rah rah ke vatan ko kon bataye
ye kiska lahu hai kaun mara
ye kiska lahu hai kaun mara
ye kiska lahu hai kaun mara

kis kam ke hai ye dhin dharam
jo sharm ke dhaman chak kare
kis tarah ke hai ye desh bhakt
jo baste gharo ko khak kare
ye ruhe kaisi ruhe hai ye ruhe kaisi ruhe hai
jo dharti ko napak kare
ankhe to utha nazre to mila
ankhe to utha nazre to mila
rah rah ke mulk ko kon bataye
ye kiska lahu hai kaun mara
ye kiska lahu hai kaun mara
ye kiska lahu hai kaun mara

jis ram ke naam pe khun bahe
us ram ki izzat kya hogi
jis din ke hatho laaz lute
us din ki kimat kya hogi
insaan ki is zillat se pare
insaan ki is zillat se pare
saitan ki zillat kya hogi
ye vedh hata kuran utha
ye vedh hata kuran utha
rah rah ke mulk ko kon bataye
ye kiska lahu hai kaun mara
ye kiska lahu hai kaun mara
ye kiska lahu hai kaun mara

From the earth's smoldering, aching breast,
Restless embers softly plead.
Whose seeds of love could not be possessed,
Whose bloom, a wounded, weeping seed?
The streets' harsh tongues begin to cry,
The oceans' shores demand to know,
Whose blood is this that stains the sky?
Whose blood is this, that ceased to flow?
Who shall now tell the homeland why?
Whose blood is this, that ceased to flow?
Whose blood is this, that ceased to flow?

Whose burning homes cast shadows deep?
Whose bodies, torn, begin to fall?
In a storm of division, secrets to keep,
Whose treasures vanish, answering the call?
Whose cursed air now suffocates?
Whose cursed air now holds us fast?
Whose minds, now broken, seal their fates?
Tell us your truth, from future and past.
Let us now listen, let our spirits be cast.
Who shall now tell the homeland why?
Whose blood is this, that ceased to flow?
Whose blood is this, that ceased to flow?
Whose blood is this, that ceased to flow?

Of what use are these faiths and creeds,
That tear the garments of our shame?
What manner of patriots plant these seeds,
That raze to ash the hearth and flame?
What spirits are these, that know no grace?
What spirits are these, devoid of soul?
That defile this sacred place?
Look up, meet my gaze, make us whole.
Look up, meet my gaze, take control.
Who shall now tell the homeland why?
Whose blood is this, that ceased to flow?
Whose blood is this, that ceased to flow?
Whose blood is this, that ceased to flow?

For Ram, whose name spills forth as blood,
What honour can his presence claim?
For faith that steals what is understood,
What value can it now retain?
Beyond humanity's disgrace,
Beyond humanity's dark despair,
What shame now awaits the devil's embrace?
Cast off the Vedas, the Quran to share.
Cast off the Vedas, the Quran to prepare.
Who shall now tell the homeland why?
Whose blood is this, that ceased to flow?
Whose blood is this, that ceased to flow?
Whose blood is this, that ceased to flow?