mu : dilli hai dil hindustaan kaa
ye to tirath hai saare jahaan kaa
dilli hai dil

la : kahane ko chhotaa saa ik naam hai yah
socho to isake matalab hazaar
dil se banaa hai dilli jabhi to karataa hai
dil se sabhi ko pyaar
ko : dil se banaa hai
mu : pyaaraa hai rus igalistaan kaa
ko : ye to tirath hai

mu : bikharaa hai itihaas galiyo me isaki
sadiyo ke baaki yahaan par nishaan
hogi kashish kuchh maati me isaki
baapu ne tyaage yahi par jo praan
ko : hogi kashish kuchh
mu : kyaa kahanaa isaki shaan kaa
ko : ye to tirath hai

la : charchaa hai isakaa saare jahaan me
beshaq yahi to bhaarat kaa taaj
mu : shobhaa hai is taaj ki vo javaahar
jisakaa hamaare dilo par hai raaj
ko : shobhaa hai is taaj
la : raxak bhaarat ki aan kaa
ko : ye to tirath hai

Delhi, the heart of Hindustan,
A pilgrimage for all the world to stand.
Delhi, the heart.

A name, seemingly small, it may seem,
Yet, ponder, a thousand meanings gleam.
Born of the heart, Delhi, it's true,
With a heart, it embraces you.
Born of the heart,
Loved by Russia, England, too,
This pilgrimage, forever new.

History scattered in every lane,
Centuries linger, a lasting strain.
A pull within the very soil,
Where Bapu laid down his toil.
A pull within,
How to speak of its pride, so grand?
This pilgrimage, across the land.

Its fame echoes throughout the sphere,
Indeed, the crown of India here.
The crown's beauty, a jewel bright,
Jawahar, ruling our hearts with light.
The crown's beauty,
Guardian of India's honored stand,
This pilgrimage, across the sand.