apni maa hai duniya ki sabse achchhi maa
apni maa hai duniya ki sabse achchhi maa
iski mamta ke saaye me ham badhte jaye aage aage aage
apni maa hai duniya ki sabse achchhi maa
apni maa hai duniya ki sabse achchhi maa
iski mamta ke saaye me ham badhte jaye aage aage aage

apne khun pasine se jisne lagake sine se
apne khun pasine se jisne lagake sine se
hame jivan amrit pilaya, hame itana kabil banaya
woh apni maa apni maa hai duniya ki sabse achchhi maa
ani maa hai duniya ki sabse achchhi maa

apni khushi ke sapne liye har sans hai jiski apne liye
apni khushi ke sapne liye har sans hai jiski apne liye
hamako jiska abhimaan hai, jo apani sahi pehchaan hai
woh apani maa apani maa hai duniya ki sabse achchhi maa
apani maa hai duniya ki sabse achchhi maa

aaj khinn dukhiyari kyun hai maa
aaj yu hari hari kyun hai maa
tere aansuo ke kharepan me yeh kadavahat kaise aayi
shayad hami hain jisne teri aisi halat banayi
bahut huwa abb jag aaye hindustani
muskan maa ki tujhe hai vapas laani
bhai bhai ke khun ka pyasa kyun hai
majhab ki kaisi hai ye kapat kahani
mehnat aur prem kaa mantra ghosh, ik duje me ye jagao hosh
haath jod yeh vinati kar rahi teri dulari maa
teri bharat maa apani maa hai

My mother, the world's most beautiful mother,
Beneath her love, we rise, ever forward, ever forward.
My mother, the world's most beautiful mother.

With her lifeblood and sweat, pressed close to her heart,
With her lifeblood and sweat, pressed close to her heart,
She gave us life's nectar, made us worthy,
That mother of ours, our mother, the world's most beautiful mother.
My mother, the world's most beautiful mother.

Her every breath, a dream of our joy,
Her every breath, a dream of our joy,
For whom we hold pride, who defines our true selves,
That mother of ours, our mother, the world's most beautiful mother.
My mother, the world's most beautiful mother.

Why is she sorrowful, dejected today, Mother?
Why do you seem defeated, Mother?
In the salt of your tears, how did this bitterness arrive?
Perhaps, it is we who have brought you to this state.
Enough now, awaken, O Indian!
You must restore the smile to your mother's face.
Why is brother thirsty for brother's blood?
What deceitful tale is this of religion?
Chant the mantra of labor and love, awaken awareness in each other,
With joined hands, your beloved Mother implores,
Your Bharat Mata, our mother.