mere desh me ho mere desh me
mere desh me pawan chale purwai, ho mere desh me
mere desh ko dekhe bhai sari dunia aayi
mere desh me ho mere desh me
mere desh me pawan chale purwai, ho mere desh me

jhilmil jhilmil tara chamke, dag mag dag mag naiya dole
rimjhim badal barse rama ho, gungun gungun bhawre jhume
jharjhar jharne jhume, chamcham payal baje rama ho
he gaiya nache bansuri bajaye re kanayi
mere desh me ho mere desh me
mere desh me pawan chale purwai, ho mere desh me

jiwan apna sundar sapna, kaun paraya kaun hai apna
pyar sabhi ka apne dil me ho, har ek rang ke phul hai khilte
har majhab ke log hai milte, is bagiya me is mahfil me ho
he hum sare hai bharat wasi, sab hai bhai bhai
mere desh me ho mere desh me
mere desh me pawan chale purwai, ho mere desh me

ambua ki dali pe koyal, git sunaye komal komal
mere bag ki kaliyo ke ho, patjhad mast baharo jaise
pathar bhi hai taro jaise, mere gaw ki galiyo ke
mere khet ki mitti ne, sone ki surat payi
mere desh me ho mere desh me
mere desh me pawan chale purwai, ho mere desh me
mere desh ko dekhe bhai sari dunia aayi
mere desh me ho mere desh me
mere desh me pawan chale purwai, ho mere desh me

In my land, oh, in my land,
East winds whisper, in my land.
The world beholds my nation's grace,
In my land, oh, in my land.
East winds whisper, in my land.

Stars shimmer, a lake's reflection,
Boats sway gently, a sweet affection.
Rain falls softly, Rama’s touch,
Bees hum, swaying, oh so much.
Waterfalls dance, a joyous sound,
Anklets chime, on hallowed ground.
Cows graze, Krishna plays his flute,
In my land, bearing golden fruit.
In my land, oh, in my land,
East winds whisper, in my land.

Life's a dream, a vision bright,
Who is stranger, who is light?
Love resides in every heart,
Flowers bloom, a work of art.
Faiths converge, a vibrant hue,
In this garden, dreams come true.
We are children of Bharat's soil,
Brothers all, beyond all toil.
In my land, oh, in my land,
East winds whisper, in my land.

On mango branches, cuckoos sing,
Gentle melodies they bring.
My garden's buds, in tender bloom,
Autumn's sigh, spring's sweet perfume.
Stones like stars, forever shine,
In village lanes, a peace divine.
My fields of earth, a golden guise,
Where beauty blooms before our eyes.
In my land, oh, in my land,
East winds whisper, in my land.
The world beholds my nation's grace,
In my land, oh, in my land.
East winds whisper, in my land.