aaj chita par leti ek bharat maa ki beti
mathe saje suhaag jaag jaag ho aag
ye to chali jag se mukh mod
ye to chali jag se mukh mod
jalti ek nishani chhod
amar rahega iska tyaag
jaag jaag ho aag

Upon the pyre, a daughter of India lies,
Her bridal glory, kissed by flames that rise.
She turns her face from life, departs this sphere,
Leaving behind a burning mark of tear.
Her sacrifice, a legend to remain,
Awake, O fire, and fiercely flame again.