mere desh ki dharati sonaa ugale, ugale hire moti
mere desh ki dharati

bailo ke gale me jab ghugharu jivan kaa raag sunaate hai
gam kos dur ho jaataa hai khushiyo ke kaval muskaate hai
sunake rahat ki aavaaze yun lage kahi shahanaai baje
aate hi mast bahaaro ke dulhan ki tarah har khet saje,
mere desh

jab chalate hai is dharati pe hal mamataa agadaaiyaan leti hai
kyun naa puje is maati ko jo jivan kaa sukh deti hai
is dharati pe jisane janam liyaa, usane hi paayaa pyaar teraa
yahaan apanaa paraayaa koi nahi hai sab pe hai maan upakaar teraa,
mere desh

ye baag hai gautam naanak kaa khilate hai chaman ke phul yahaan
gaadhi, subhaashh, taigor, tilak, aise hai aman ke phul yahaan
rag haraa hari sih nalave se rag laal hai laal bahaadur se
rag banaa basati bhagat sih rag aman kaa vir javaahar se,
mere desh

My country's earth, she births gold, she births diamonds and pearls,
My country's earth, she births gold, she births diamonds and pearls.

When bells on the oxen, sing life's sweet song,
Sorrow retreats, and joy's lotus blooms strong.
Hearing the rhythm of the water wheel's turning,
A shehnai's music, my spirit is yearning.
As spring's embrace, the fields, like a bride, are adorned,
My country's earth, she births gold, she births diamonds and pearls.

As the plough cuts deep, the earth sighs with maternal grace,
Why not worship this soil, which gives life its embrace?
Who takes birth on this land, knows your love's true art,
Here, none are strangers, on all, your motherly heart.
My country's earth, she births gold, she births diamonds and pearls.

This garden of Buddha and Nanak, where flowers unfurl,
Gandhi, Subhash, Tagore, Tilak, flowers of peace in the world.
Green, from Hari Singh Nalwa's valor's hue,
Red, from Lal Bahadur's steadfast view.
Saffron, of Bhagat Singh's brave flame,
Peace, of Nehru's, in history's game.
My country's earth, she births gold, she births diamonds and pearls.