on namoh kursi devay
on namoh kursi devay
on namoh kursi devay

jan gan desh ke gayak hai hum
vachak bhi aur nachak bhi
khel ka maksad kursi ka hai
kutniti aur natak bhi
janta ki jai jai jai bolo
janta ki jai jai jai jai bolo
janta ki jai
janta ki jai jai jai jai
janta ki jai jai jai jai
janta ki jai jai jai jai
are janta ki jai jai jai jai bolo
janta ki jai
janta ki jai
janta ki jai

cycle chali wo dekho cycle chali
bhikharimal ki cycle dekho
cycle chali bhikharimal ki
bhikh maangti wo dekho voto ki
dhin dhin dha dhin dhin dha
tin tin na dhin dhin dha
that garibo ke ye dekho
nadi baha di noto ki
dhin dhin dha dhin dhin dha
tin tin na dhin dhin dha
vote agar jo lena ho to
vote agar jo lena ho to
daru ki botal kholo
daru ki botal kholo
daru ki botal kholo
kholo kholo kholo
janta ki jai
janta ki jai
janta ki

To the Throne, I bow,
To the Throne, I bow,
To the Throne, I bow.

We are the bards of this land,
The singers, the dancers, all in one.
The game's purpose, the throne's command,
Deceit and drama, the setting sun.
Praise the people, loud and clear,
Praise the people, banish all fear,
Praise the people, let the echoes ring,
Praise the people, let the anthems sing.
Oh, praise the people!
Praise the people!
Praise the people!

Behold the cycle, the cycle's flight,
Bhikarimal's cycle, a wondrous sight.
The cycle rolls, for votes it cries,
Begging for votes before our eyes.
Dhin, Dhin Na, Dhin, Dhin Na,
Tin, Tin Na, Dhin, Dhin Na.
The poor's plight, a wretched show,
A river of notes, where fortunes flow.
Dhin, Dhin Na, Dhin, Dhin Na,
Tin, Tin Na, Dhin, Dhin Na.
If votes you crave, a hungry need,
If votes you crave, plant a poisoned seed,
Open the bottle, let the liquor flow,
Open, open, let the poisons grow.
Praise the people!
Praise the people!
Praise the...