yahi paaoyege mehshr me, jabaa meri baya mera
yahi paaoyege mehshr me, jabaa meri baya mera
main banda hind walo ka hun
main banda hind walo ka hun, ye hindustaan mera
yahi paaoyege mehshr me, jabaa meri baya mera

main hindustaan ke ujade khandar ka ek zarra hu
main hindustaan ke ujade khandar ka ek zarra hu
yahi sara pata mera yahi naamonishaa mera
yahi paaoyege mehshr me, jabaa meri baya mera

aa aa aa aa
mera hai raqt hindi jaat hindi theth hindi hu
mera hai raqt hindi jaat hindi theth hindi hu
yahi mazhab yahi firka yahi hain khandan mera
yahi paaoyege mehshr me, jabaa meri baya mera

qadam lumaadre hindustaan ki baithate uthate
qadam lumaadre hindustaan ki baithate uthate
meri aisi kahan kismat nasibaa ye kahan mera
yahi paaoyege mehshr me, jabaa meri baya mera

aa aa aa aa
teri seva me ae bharat agar sar jaye to jaye
teri seva me ae bharat agar sar jaye to jaye
to main samjhun ki hain marna hain aate jaavinda mera
yahi paaoyege mehshr me, jabaa meri baya mera
main banda hind walo ka hun
main banda hind walo ka hun, ye hindustaan mera
yahi paaoyege mehshr me, jabaa meri baya mera

My tongue, my tale, you'll find it there, in the gathering's hush,
My tongue, my tale, you'll find it there, in the gathering's hush.
I am a servant of India's folk,
I am a servant of India's folk, this Hindustan is mine.
My tongue, my tale, you'll find it there, in the gathering's hush.

I am a speck of dust from India's ruins, now decayed,
I am a speck of dust from India's ruins, now decayed,
This is my whole address, my name, my trace.
My tongue, my tale, you'll find it there, in the gathering's hush.

Ah, ah, ah, ah…
Hindi blood flows in me, Hindi is my caste, pure Hindi, you see,
Hindi blood flows in me, Hindi is my caste, pure Hindi, you see,
This is my faith, my sect, my lineage, the only home for me.
My tongue, my tale, you'll find it there, in the gathering's hush.
I am humbled by Hindustan, in every step and rise,
I am humbled by Hindustan, in every step and rise,
Where would I find such fortune, such destiny of mine?
My tongue, my tale, you'll find it there, in the gathering's hush.

Ah, ah, ah, ah…
In your service, O India, if my head should fall, so be it,
In your service, O India, if my head should fall, so be it,
Then I will deem that death is my eternal return, my fate.
My tongue, my tale, you'll find it there, in the gathering's hush.
I am a servant of India's folk,
I am a servant of India's folk, this Hindustan is mine.
My tongue, my tale, you'll find it there, in the gathering's hush.