dulhan chali, o pahan chali
dulhan chali, o pahan chali, tin rang ki choli
baho me laharaye gnaga jamuna, dekh ke duniya doli
dulhan chali, o pahan chali tin rang ki choli

ta mahal jaisi taza hai surat
chalti phirti ajanta ki murat
mel milap ki mehnadi rachaye
balidano ki rangoli
dulhan chali, o pahan chali tin rang ki choli

mukh chamake jyo himalaya ki choti
ho na padosi ki niyat khoti
o ghar valo zara isko sambhalo
ye to hai badi bholi
dulhan chali, o pahan chali tin rang ki choli

aur sajegi abhi aur sanwaregi
chadhati umariya hai aur nikharegi
apni azadi ki dulhaniya, bees ke upar holi
dulhan chali, o pahan chali tin rang ki choli

desh prem hi azadi ki dulhaniya ka var hai
is alabeli dulhan ka sindur suhag amar hai
mata hai kasturba jaisi babul gandhi jaise
chacha jiske nehru shastri dare na dushman kaise
dare na dushman kaise vir shivaji jaise viren
lakshmi bai bahna lakshman jis ke bodh bhagat singh
uska phir kya kahna
jiske liye javan baha sakte hai khun ki ganga
age pichhe tino sena le ke chale tiranga
sena chalti hai le ke tiranga
ho koi ham prant ke vasi ho koi bhi bhasha-bhashi
sabse pahle hai bharatvasi
sabse pahle hai bharatvasi

She departs, adorned, she goes,
Adorned in a bodice of tricolor hues.
In her arms, the Ganges and Jamuna wave,
And the world, beholding, swoons.
She departs, adorned, she goes,
Adorned in a bodice of tricolor hues.

Fresh as the Taj, her visage bright,
A moving Ajanta, bathed in light.
With henna of unity, she paints,
A rangoli of sacrifices true.
She departs, adorned, she goes,
Adorned in a bodice of tricolor hues.

Her face, a Himalayan peak ablaze,
May no neighbor's heart stray in a wicked maze.
O, kin, with care, protect her now,
For she is so guileless and new.
She departs, adorned, she goes,
Adorned in a bodice of tricolor hues.

She shall adorn, and still, she’ll shine,
As life's young bloom, so brightly fine.
Freedom’s bride, above twenty's spring,
She celebrates her own sweet hue.
She departs, adorned, she goes,
Adorned in a bodice of tricolor hues.

Patriotism, for Freedom’s bride, her groom,
Eternal is her vermilion bloom.
Mother like Kasturba, Gandhi her father,
Nehru and Shastri as uncles,
Then how shall any foe prevail?
Fearless as Shivaji, the warrior brave,
Lakshmi Bai, sister to Lakshman,
With Bhagat Singh in her wake,
How can we fail?
For her, our youth may shed a crimson tide,
Three armies march, the tricolor their guide.
The army marches, bearing the tricolor high,
Though from any province we come,
Or speak any tongue,
First, we are children of Bharat,
First, we are children of Bharat.