jaga rahe ghanghor nagade bula rahi hai ranbheri
shayad janni pe sankat hai karo nahi pal bhar deri
dhadakte jalate angaro o azadi ke angaro
dhadakte jalate angaro o azadi ke rakhvaro
jawani maa pe vaaro re jawani maa pe vaaro re
ugalta loha azma lo machalta loha azma lo
utho dusman ko maro jawani maa pe vaaro re
dhadakte jalate angaro

sashya shyamla maa ne tumko pala posa hai
sirf tumahri hi baho ka use bharosa hai
maa ki kokh ujagar kardo avsar aaya hai
sabit kar do usne tumko
dudh pilaya hai dudh pilaya hai
vatan se kitna lete ho vatan ko kitna dete ho
jara to kraz utaro dhadakte jalate angaro
jawani maa pe vaaro re dhadakte jalate angaro

jai kuldevi vinjay vasani jai ho ran jwala
jai jai ho bumbhel bhawani chandi vikrala
bundele ki prabal khdak ne utha diya tufan
arey mundo se pal bhar me hi kat diya maidan
kat diya maidan rudr ka sihasan jab bola
garaj kar narad jab bola khoon me khadag sawaro rey
jawani maa pe vaaro re dhadakte jalate angaro
o azadi ke rakh varo jawani maa pe vaaro re
jawani maa pe vaaro re dhadakte jalate angaro

The drums of war awaken, the clarion calls,
A mother's peril, heed her, lest a moment falls.
You embers of freedom, burning and bright,
You guardians of liberty, ignite the fight!
On youth, she depends, on your valor and might,
On youth, she depends, in this terrible plight.
Let the molten steel test, the tempest within,
Arise, strike the foe, let victory begin!
You embers of freedom, burning and bright.

Your dusky mother, she nurtured your frame,
On your arms and your strength, she stakes her claim.
Unveil her glory, this moment's embrace,
Prove the milk she has offered, in this sacred space,
Prove the milk she has offered, in this hallowed place.
How much do you take, from the land you now tread?
Repay the debt, now, before you are dead.
You embers of freedom, burning and bright,
On youth, she depends, in the heat of the fight.
You embers of freedom, burning and bright.

Hail to the goddess, of battle and grace,
Hail to the fury, that marks this place!
The Bundela's sword, a tempest it spun,
And severed the field, 'fore the setting sun!
Severed the field, as the Rudra spoke true,
When Narada roared, in the blood-red hue.
On youth, she depends, in the heat of the fight,
You embers of freedom, burning and bright!
O guardians of freedom, with all of your might,
On youth, she depends, in the terrible plight,
You embers of freedom, burning and bright.