mera rang de basanti chola ho mera rang de basanti chola
mera rang de basanti chola mera rang de basanti chola
mera rang de basanti chola jisne pahan kar shiwaji ne
maa ka bandhan khola ho maa ka bandhan khola
mera rang de basanti chola mera rang de basanti chola
ye chola teepu ne pahna ye chola teepu ne pahna
has kar di kurbani o has kar di kurbani

ise pahan jhasi ki rani khub ladi mardani
khub ladi mardani pahan ise mewad ka raja
jai jai bharat bola jai jai bharat bola
mera rang de basanti chola mera rang de basanti chola
mera rang de basanti chola inkalab jindabad inkalab jindabad
inkalab jindabad isi rang me ranga gaya hai
isi rang me ranga gaya hai sara hindustan sara hindustan
rang de basanti aa mai batau kya hai teri shan ho kya hai teri shan

dekh ke jhashi ka takta bhi dil na hamara dola dil na hamara dola
mera rang de basanti chola mera rang de basanti chola
mera rang de basanti chola inkalab jindabad inkalab jindabad
inkalab jindabad maut se pahle yahi dua hai ho bharat aazad
ho bharat aazad ho bharat ke veer jo aaye hamari yad
jo aaye hamari yad maut ko gale lagake gana
mera rang de basanti chola mera rang de basanti chola
inkalab jindabad inkalab jindabad inkalab jindabad
inkalab jindabad inkalab jindabad inkalab jindabad

Clothe me in saffron, clothe me in that hue,
Oh, clothe me in saffron, a vision anew.
Clothe me in saffron, the hero's attire,
Whose courage unfurled, setting freedom afire.

With this saffron, Shivaji broke the chains,
Of Motherland bound, where suffering reigns.
Clothe me in saffron, a sacred decree,
Clothe me in saffron, so that I shall be free.

This saffron, Tipu wore, his spirit so bold,
Embracing sacrifice, a story to be told.
With laughter he gave, his life's final plea,
Clothe me in saffron, for all eyes to see.

This saffron, the Rani of Jhansi did embrace,
Fought like a man, with valor and grace.
With this saffron, Mewar's king did proclaim,
Victory to India, echoing the name.

Clothe me in saffron, a fiery desire,
Clothe me in saffron, as flames leap higher.
Clothe me in saffron, Inquilab Zindabad!
For this is the hue, that colors our land.

In this hue, the nation forever shall glow,
Inquilab Zindabad, let the spirit flow.
Tell me, what glory does this saffron impart?
What is your honor? What ignites your heart?

Seeing the flames of Jhansi, our spirits stood tall,
Our hearts never faltered, answering freedom's call.
Clothe me in saffron, Inquilab Zindabad!
Clothe me in saffron, let the message be had.

Inquilab Zindabad, a prayer on my breath,
Before I embrace, the final embrace of death.
May India be free, in this saffron so bright,
Clothe me in saffron, with all of your might.

May heroes of India, in memory reside,
May their valor and honor, forever abide.
Embracing death, let this song start to play,
Clothe me in saffron, this is my final day.

Inquilab Zindabad, resounding so true,
Inquilab Zindabad, in all that we do.
Inquilab Zindabad, the anthem we sing,
Inquilab Zindabad, let freedom take wing.