jab zero diya mere bharat ne
bharat ne mere bharat ne
duniya ko tab ginti aayi
taro ki bhashha bharat ne
duniya ko pahle sikhalayi
deta na dashmalav bharat to
yu chand pe jana mushkil tha
dharti aur chand ki duri ka
andaza lagana mushkil tha

sabhyta jaha pahle aayi
sabhyta jaha pahle aayi
pahle janami hai jaha pe kalaa
apna bharat vo bharat hai
jiske pichhe sansar chala
sansar chala aur aage badha
yu aage badha, badhta hi gaya
bhagvan kare ye aur badhe
badhta hi rahe aur phule-phale
badhta hi rahe aur phule-phale

hai prit jaha ki rit sada, hai prit jaha ki rit sada
hai prit jaha ki rit sada, main geet waha ke gata hu
bharat ka rahne wala hu, bharat kie baat sunata hu
hai prit jaha ki rit sada

kale gore ka bhed nahi, har dil se hamara nata hai
kuch aur na aata ho hamko, hame pyar nibhana aata hai
jise maan chuki sari duniya, ho jise maan chuki sari duniya
main baat, main baat wahi dohrata hu
bharat ka rahne wala hu, bharat kie baat sunata hu
hai prit jaha ki rit sada

jite ho kisi ne desh to kya, hamne to dilo ko jita hai
jaha ram abhi tak hai nar me, nari me abhi tak sita hai
itne pawan hai log jaha, ho itne pawan hai log jaha
mai nit nit, mai nit nit shish jhukata hu
bharat ka rahne wala hu, bharat kie baat sunata hu

itni mamta nadiyo ko bhi, jaha maata kah ke bulate hai
itna aadar insan to kya, patthar bhi puje jate hai
us dharti pe maine janam liya
ho us dharti pe maine janam liya, ye soch
ye soch ke mai itraata hoo
bharat kaa rahane waala hoo, bharat ki baat sunaata hoo
hai prit jaha ki rit sada

From India's heart, a zero bloomed,
My India, oh, my India, it illumined.
The world then learned to count and see,
The language of the stars, from India, free.
Had India not the decimal shown,
To reach the moon, a path unknown.
The distance vast, between the earth and skies,
A measure lost, before our very eyes.

Where civilization first did rise,
Where art was born, beneath the skies,
My India, that India, so grand,
Whose legacy, the world did command.
The world then moved, in forward stride,
May it ascend, with growing pride.
May it still flourish, ever bloom,
And cast away all shades of gloom.

Love's the custom, a constant grace,
Love's the custom, in this sacred place.
Of love's enduring, I now sing,
Of India, my heart will swing.
I am of India, I reside,
Of India's tales, I now confide,
Love's the custom, in this hallowed space.

No color's wall, to keep us apart,
With every soul, we share one heart.
Though skills we lack, in varied art,
To love, to cherish, is our start.
What all the world has long embraced,
What all the world, has long embraced,
That truth, again, I now repeat,
I am of India, my heart so sweet,
Of India's tale, my voice repeats,
Love's the custom, that forever greets.

Some conquered lands, with might and main,
But hearts, we've won, again, again.
Where Rama lives, within the man,
And Sita, pure, in woman's plan.
So holy are the people there,
So holy are the people there,
Each day, I bow, in humble prayer,
I am of India, beyond compare,
Of India's tale, my words declare.

So much affection, for rivers flow,
As mothers dear, their names we know.
Respect extends, beyond all measure,
Even stones, in faith, we treasure.
On that dear soil, my life began,
On that dear soil, my life began, I can
With pride, I stand, my spirit free,
I am of India, eternally,
Of India's tale, my soul does see,
Love's the custom, meant to be.