ho mane ya koi mane na
yaha apni bhi thodi adaa thoda andaz hai
aise hai chahe waise hai are jo bhi hai jaise hai
khud pe hume naaz hai

jane na humko ye zamana chaho to humko aazmana
hum yaarbaaz hum jaalsaaz hum ishqbaaz dilwaale
kehte hai humko pyar se india wale
chhu lete dil ke taar se india wale
har jeet chheen le haar se indiawale
dushman ke chakke chhuda de hum indiawale
dushman ke chakke chhuda de hum indiawale

yu to sidhe bade kabhi chahe to hatho se
lete laqeere chura o humko parwaah nahi
jo bhi kehta hai kehne de jag ye bhala ya bura
jaisi bhi marzi ho humaari karte hain aisi hoshiyari
par dil se yaar jo le pukaar to jaan nisaar kar dale

kehte hai humko pyar se india wale
chhu lete dil ke taar se india wale
har jeet cheen le haar se indiawale
dushman ke chakke chhuda de hum indiawale
ungli pe sabko nacha de hum indiawale
aankho ki aankho ki chaabi se
thoda betabi se chupke se khole dilo ke tale
jaan dete usko jahaan dete
apna imaan dete jiski bhi bahe gale me dale

duniya se humko kya le jana yaaro ke dil me ho thikana
hume ek baar hota hai pyar ye lakh baar kehla le
kehte hai humko pyar se india wale
chhu lete dil ke taar se india wale
har jeet cheen le haar se indiawale
dushman ke chakke chhuda de hum indiawale
dushman ke chakke chhuda de chhuda de
ungli pe sabko nacha de
dushman ke chakke chhuda de hum indiawale

Whether they see, or choose to turn away,
A touch of our own grace, a whispered play,
We are as we are, in every guise we find,
And in ourselves, a proud and soaring mind.

This world may not know us, though they may try,
To test the depths where our true spirits lie,
We are the friends, the tricksters, lovers true,
With hearts ablaze, the sons of India, through and through.
They call us with a love that knows no end,
India's children, souls that can transcend.
We pluck the strings that sing within the heart,
And steal the victory, tearing loss apart.
We'll make the enemy their own defeat,
India's children, with dancing, joyful feet.
We'll make the enemy their own defeat.

Though paths are straight, and some may wish to steal,
The lines of fate, the things we truly feel,
We do not care, what others say or deem,
Let the world judge, a fading, passing dream,
We move as we choose, in wisdom's gentle art,
But when a friend calls out from the depths of the heart,
We'll give our lives, with no thought of the cost.

They call us with a love that knows no end,
India's children, souls that can transcend.
We pluck the strings that sing within the heart,
And steal the victory, tearing loss apart.
We'll make the enemy their own defeat,
India's children, with dancing, joyful feet.
We make the world dance on a finger's sway,
With eyes that hold the secrets of the day,
With a gentle touch, a whispered, eager plea,
Unlock the locks, and set the spirit free,
We give our lives, our world, our every plea,
To those who welcome us so lovingly.

What need have we to take from this world's hold?
When in our friends' hearts, our stories are told?
We love but once, though love may call us twice,
A thousand times they say, a single price.
They call us with a love that knows no end,
India's children, souls that can transcend.
We pluck the strings that sing within the heart,
And steal the victory, tearing loss apart.
We'll make the enemy their own defeat,
India's children, with dancing, joyful feet.
We'll make the enemy their own defeat.
We make the world dance on a finger's sway.
We'll make the enemy their own defeat,
India's children, with dancing, joyful feet.