mano to mai ganga maa hu na mano to bahata pani
mano to mai ganga maa hu na mano to bahata pani
jo svarg ne di dharati ko
jo svarg ne di dharati ko mai hu pyar ki vahi nishani
mano to mai ganga maa hu na mano to bahata pani

yug-yug se mai bahati aayi neel gagan ke niche
sadiyo se meri dhara pyar ki dharati sinche
meri lahar-lahar pe likhi hai
meri lahar-lahar pe likhi hai is desh ki amar kahani
mano to mai ganga maa hu na mano to bahata pani
hari om, hari om, hari om
alla hu akabar alla, alla hu akabar alla
alla hu akabar alla

koi vaju kare mere jal se
koi vaju kare mere jal se koi murat ko nahalaye
kahi dhobi kapade dhoye kahi pandit pyaas bujhaye
ye jaat dharam ke jhagade
ye jaat dharam ke jhagade insaan ki hai nadani
mano to mai ganga maa hu na mano to bahata pani
har har gange, har har gange, har har gange

gautam ashok akabar ne yaha pyaar ke phool khilaye
tulasi galib meera ne yaha gyan ke deep jalaye
mere tat pe aaj bhi gunje
mere tat pe aaj bhi gunje nanak kabir ki vaani
mano to mai ganga maa hu na mano to bahata pani
mano to mai ganga maa hu na mano to bahata pani
na mano to bahata pani, na mano to bahata pani

If you believe, I am Ganga, the Mother, if not, just flowing water.
If you believe, I am Ganga, the Mother, if not, just flowing water.
That which heaven gave to earth,
that which heaven gave to earth, I am love's very sign.
If you believe, I am Ganga, the Mother, if not, just flowing water.

Through ages I have flowed, beneath the blue of the sky,
For centuries, my current has watered the earth with love.
On each of my waves is written,
on each of my waves is written, this nation's immortal tale.
If you believe, I am Ganga, the Mother, if not, just flowing water.
Hari Om, Hari Om, Hari Om.
Allah-u-Akbar, Allah, Allah-u-Akbar, Allah.
Allah-u-Akbar, Allah.

Some perform ablutions in my waters,
some perform ablutions in my waters, some bathe idols.
Somewhere the washerman cleans clothes, somewhere the priest quenches thirst.
These fights of caste and creed,
these fights of caste and creed, are the follies of man.
If you believe, I am Ganga, the Mother, if not, just flowing water.
Har Har Gange, Har Har Gange, Har Har Gange.

Gautama, Ashoka, Akbar, bloomed flowers of love here,
Tulsidas, Ghalib, Meera, lit lamps of wisdom here.
On my banks still resounds,
on my banks still resounds, the words of Nanak and Kabir.
If you believe, I am Ganga, the Mother, if not, just flowing water.
If you believe, I am Ganga, the Mother, if not, just flowing water.
If not, just flowing water, if not, just flowing water.