sar hai himalya jiska
ho sar hai himalya jiska, dil ganga ki dhara hai
vo desh tumhra hai, vo desh hamara hai

aa aa ho ho
aankhe jiski mandir masjid, dil gurudwara hai
aankhe jiski mandir masjid, dil gurudwara hai
vo desh tumhra hai, vo desh hamara hai
aa aa ho ho
aankhe jiski mandir masjid, dil gurudwara hai
aankhe jiski mandir masjid, dil gurudwara hai
vo desh tumhra hai, vo desh hamara hai

nafrat ki aag se ab, ye desh mat jalaao
gaddar andhiyo se, is desh ko bachaao
jo banti hai hamko diwar vo girao
khwaja ke dhar se utho kashi se uth ke aao

ramayan ki katha hai iski, maryada ka darpan
isha ki suli hai iski, manavta ka dharshan
noore mohammed se hai roshan
inke ghar ka aangan
utho hamari dharti ne ho
utho hamari dharti ne fir hame pukara hai
vo desh tumhra hai, vo desh hamara hai
aa aa ho ho
aankhe jiski mandir masjid, dil gurudwara hai
aankhe jiski mandir masjid, dil gurudwara hai
vo desh tumhra hai, vo desh hamara hai

hatho me hath thamo, fir dil se dil milao
bharat pukarta hai, apne kadam badhao
takrao jalimo se, apna vachan nibhaao
fir raam banke aao, ravan ka sar jhukao
roop hai iska tajmahal sa, sach hai gautam jaisa
dil se dil ka rishta iska, pawan sangam jaisa
khushi hai iski diwani si gam hai moharam jaisa
jaha ahinsha se hinsha ka ho
jaha ahinsha se hinsha ka, sahas hara hai
vo desh tumhra hai, vo desh hamara hai
vo desh hamara hai aa aa
vo desh hamara hai aa aa
vo desh hamara hai aa aa

Whose head is the Himalayas,
Whose heart is the Ganga's flow,
That land is yours, that land is ours.

Ah, ah, ho, ho.
Whose eyes are the temples, mosques,
Whose heart is the Gurudwara,
That land is yours, that land is ours.
Ah, ah, ho, ho.
Whose eyes are the temples, mosques,
Whose heart is the Gurudwara,
That land is yours, that land is ours.

Do not now let hate's fire consume this land,
From treacherous storms, protect this land.
Tear down the walls that divide us,
Rise from Khwaja's shrine, from Kashi's soil arise.

Its tale is the Ramayana, a mirror of virtue,
Its pain, the crucifixion of Christ, a vision of humanity.
Illumined by the light of Muhammad,
By the courtyards of their homes,
Arise, for our earth has again called to us,
That land is yours, that land is ours.
Ah, ah, ho, ho.
Whose eyes are the temples, mosques,
Whose heart is the Gurudwara,
That land is yours, that land is ours.

Hold hands, then hearts, intertwined,
India calls, take your steps forward.
Confront the oppressors, keep your word,
Then return as Rama, make Ravana bow.
Its form is like the Taj Mahal, its truth like Gautam,
Its heart's connection, pure like a confluence.
Its joy, like a mad lover, its sorrow, like Moharram,
Where non-violence has made violence,
Where non-violence has made courage falter,
That land is yours, that land is ours.
That land is ours, ah, ah.
That land is ours, ah, ah.
That land is ours, ah, ah.