utha ke sar chalo jawan shan se badhe chalo
watan ki aan ke liye toofan se lade chalo
utha ke sar chalo jawan shan se badhe chalo
watan ki aan ke liye toofan se lade chalo
utha ke sar chalo jawan

na dekh hum sakenge ab ye desh ki viraniya
na sikhto me band rah sakengi ye jawaniya
utho jawan bajuo ka jor tol kar ab chalo
watan gulam na rah sake
utha ke sar chalo jawan
shan se badhe chalo watan ki aan ke liye
toofan se lade chalo utha ke sar chalo jawan

tadap ke mit rahi hai begunah jindganiya
kaha gayi jawan tere khun ki rawaniya
bata do tum jahan ko ke hum kisi se kam nahi
amar sahid ban ke aasman pe chade chalo
utha ke sar chalo jawan shan se badhe chalo
watan ki aan ke liye toofan se lade chalo
utha ke sar chalo jawan

ye sar kate kate kisi ke samne jhuke nahi
mita do ye julm ye sitam
kadam kahi ruke nahi ye than kar chalo ke
ab na chal sake swtantarta nashe me jhum
path vande matram padhe chalo
utha ke sar chalo jawan
utha ke sar chalo jawan shan se badhe chalo
watan ki aan ke liye toofan se lade chalo
utha ke sar chalo jawan
shan se badhe chalo watan ki aan ke liye
toofan se lade chalo utha ke sar chalo jawan

Heads held high, march young, with pride's embrace,
For the nation's honor, face the tempest's chase.
Heads held high, march young, with pride's embrace,
For the nation's honor, face the tempest's chase.
Heads held high, march young.

No longer can we bear the land's despair,
No longer youth confined in silent prayer.
Arise, young ones, test your strength anew,
That this homeland may break free from all it knew.
Heads held high, march young.
With pride's embrace, for the nation's honor,
Face the tempest's chase. Heads held high, march young.

In agony, the innocent lives now cease,
Where flows the vibrant blood of your release?
Declare to the world, we are not the meek,
Ascend to the heavens, martyrs strong, and speak.
Heads held high, march young, with pride's embrace,
For the nation's honor, face the tempest's chase.
Heads held high, march young.

These heads will not bow down, before the foe,
Erase injustice, let tyranny go.
Let not your steps falter, make this your vow,
No longer shall freedom's true light be dimmed somehow.
With the anthem, sing, "Victory to the Motherland" now.
Heads held high, march young.
Heads held high, march young, with pride's embrace,
For the nation's honor, face the tempest's chase.
Heads held high, march young.
With pride's embrace, for the nation's honor,
Face the tempest's chase. Heads held high, march young.