uski aankhe ganga jamuna
uski aankhe ganga jamuna
lab pe bansi ki taan hai
uss rup ko dekh ke toh kudrat bhi hairan hai
woh ladki hai ke mera hindustan hai
hindustan hai hindustan hai hindustan hai

jab uski chudi khanakti hai mujhko watan yad aata hai
jab us ka aanchal mehekta hai mujhko chaman yad aata hai
mujhko watan yad aata hai
mast hawaon sa yauwan gunchu si muskaan hai
woh ladki hai ke mera hindustan hai
hindustan hai hindustan hai hindustan hai

sune sune sune sune sune mere mann ke mandir me
wo ek diya ban ke aayi hai maine use padhke dekha hai
wo chahato ki rubayi hai masum chanchal naweli
duniya se aanjan hai
wo ladki hai ke mera hindustan hai
hindustan hai hindustan hai hindustan hai

dono jahan ko bhula ke khoya tha main bekhudi me
jine ki jagi tamanna jab woh mili jindagi me
jab woh mili jindagi me
uski haya sadagi pe diwana kurban hai
wo ladki hai ke mera hindustan hai
uski aankhe ganga jamuna lab pe bansi ki taan hai
us rup ko dekh ke toh kudrat bhi hairan hai
wo ladki hai ke mera hindustan hai
hindustan hai hindustan hai meri jaan hai

Her eyes, Ganges and Yamuna flow,
On her lips, a flute's soft echo.
Behold that form, where wonders reside,
Nature herself, stands open-eyed.
Is she a girl, or my Hindustan?
Hindustan, Hindustan, Hindustan.

When her bangles chime, my homeland calls,
When her veil perfumes, the garden enthralls.
My homeland calls, with a whispered plea,
Youth like winds, a playful decree,
A smile like a budding rose, it seems.
Is she a girl, or my Hindustan?
Hindustan, Hindustan, Hindustan.

In the empty temple of my mind,
She came, a lamp, for me to find.
I read her like a poem, deep and true,
A quatrain of longing, fresh and new.
A season's charm, a maiden's grace,
Unknowing of the world's cold space.
Is she a girl, or my Hindustan?
Hindustan, Hindustan, Hindustan.

Lost in rapture, forgetting all lands,
Life's desire ignited, held in her hands.
When she entered my life, anew,
Her modesty, her grace, I give all to.
Is she a girl, or my Hindustan?
Her eyes, Ganges and Yamuna flow,
On her lips, a flute's soft echo.
Behold that form, where wonders reside,
Nature herself, stands open-eyed.
Is she a girl, or my Hindustan?
Hindustan, Hindustan, my very life.