saare jahan se acchha hindosta hamara
sare jaha se achha hum bulbule hai iski
ya gulsita hamara hamara
neend mai raha mai aakh khuli der se
vo leke bhaga dekho desh meri jeb se
chhin kr vo sach ke tukde hajar kar
khdedta hai muzjhko meri hi jameen se
daude rgo mai aaj daude rgo mai aaj mare uchal hai
maa aka pyar deshprem meri dhal hai

dard bitega desh jitega
baccha baccha jab ye bolega guman se
bhart mai rhta hu mai bhart mera naam hai
sare jaha se aacha hindosta hmara
ram ke naam allaah ke naam
aakhir mai sbka dekha ek hi kaam
todo mrodo becho khrido bas apna hi socho kyo ki
shanti ka samzeta hai ya samzaute ki shanti

kitne fode kitne mare kya public nahi janti
janti hai na bhai kitne fode kitne mare
kya public nahi janti jab hava mai gardn udati
seema par jawan ki kyo whatsap par lgti boli
boli uski jaan ki jay jawan hai ha jay kisaan hai ha
fir bhi dashko se aavam preshaan hai

sare jaha se achha hindosta hamara
sare jaha se achha hindosta hamara
sansad mai hamla ho ya bam fate mumbai mai
kuch na kahna sab kuch sahna
democracy to yahi hai sab kuch sahna
democracy to yahi hai right to talk right to walk
right to justice right to mock
right to freedom right to kiss
right to shout right to piss in public!

democracy ka ek hi matlab right to truth
vo apni jaan tha bhart ki shaan tha
adhuri thi kahani adhuri daasta
mryutu ka rahsy tha ya rahsy ki mryutu
saare jahan se acchha hindosta hamara
saare jahan se acchha hindosta hamara
saare jahan se acchha hindosta hamara

Better than all the world, our Hindustan,
Better than all the world, we are its nightingales,
This rose-garden of ours, ours alone.

I slumbered, eyes opening late,
They pilfered my nation from my very pocket,
Snatched truth, shattered it in a thousand shards,
And exiled me from my own land.
Today, in my veins, a surging, leaping tide,
Mother's love, patriotism, my shield against the storm.

Pain will pass, the nation will triumph,
As each child proclaims with pride,
"I live in Bharat, Bharat is my name!"
Better than all the world, our Hindustan.
In the name of Ram, in the name of Allah,
In the end, all see the same deed,
Break and twist, sell and buy, only of self they think, for
Peace they call, is it peace or a compromise?

How many wounded, how many slain, does the public not know?
They know, brother, how many wounded, how many slain!
Does the public not know when a neck flies in the wind,
While on WhatsApp, bids are made?
Say his life, hail the soldier, yes, hail the farmer, yes,
Yet for decades, the masses have suffered in despair.

Better than all the world, our Hindustan,
Better than all the world, our Hindustan.
Whether a parliament attack or a bomb in Mumbai explodes,
Say nothing, bear all,
Democracy is this, to bear all,
Democracy is this: Right to speak, right to walk,
Right to justice, right to mock,
Right to freedom, right to kiss,
Right to shout, right to peace in public.

Democracy's single meaning: the right to truth.
He was his life, he was the pride of Bharat,
The tale was unfinished, an incomplete saga,
A mystery of death, or death's own mystery.
Better than all the world, our Hindustan,
Better than all the world, our Hindustan,
Better than all the world, our Hindustan.