are bato ke hum badshaah
bato ke hum badshaah bate kare mahaan
bate kare mahan yahi humaara dharam karam
ab yahi humari shan baate kare mahaan
are kaam ke naam pe kaam ke naam pe dabba gul
dabba gul bhai dabba gul fir kaise ho kalyaan
yahi to maara gaya hindustan yahi to maara gaya hindustan
yahi to maara gaya hindustan yahi to maara gaya hindustan

ek haakem ne ek haakem ne
paise kha ke ik beyiman ko chodda
jisko mila na jisko mila na
uska hisaa usne ye bhanda foda
usne bhanda foda pakda gaya to vo ghabraya
pakda gaya to vo ghabraya jisne pakda ye samjhaya
kya samjhaya kya samjhaya rishwat leke hoye hoye hoye
rishwat leke fasa to rishwat deke chuda le jaan
yahi to maara gaya hindustan yahi to maara gaya hindustan
bechara maara gaya hindustan humaara maara gaya hindustan

pyare pita ne pet katke laal ki fees chukayi
pyare laal ki fees chukayi ho chiranjeev ne collage jake
aisi padhi padhayi aisi padhi padhayi
dekho kaisi padhi padhayi jis mandir me shiksha payi
jis mandir me shiksha payi ussi ko usne aag lagayi
aag lagayi aag lagayi apne desh me hoye hoye hoye
apne desh me paida ho gayi jab aisi santan
yahi to maara gaya hindustan yahi to maara gaya hindustan
ye pyara maara gaya hindustan dulara maara gaya hindustan

ek sipahi ek sipahi desh ki khatir jaan lada ke aaya
prant prant ko prant prant ko vapis aaker usne ladta paya
apas me ladta paya ghabarake chikha vo sipahi
ghabarake chikha vo sipahi hindustan kaha hai bhai
hindustan kaha hai bhai tukde tukde
ho gaya jab se apna desh mahan
yahi to maara gaya hindustan yahi to maara gaya hindustan
bechara maara gaya hindustan humaara maara gaya hindustan

humse chalta hai kale choro ka kala
dhandha yaro dhandha kala dhandha
o apne gale me humne dala khud fansi ka fanda
ye fansi ka fanda yaro ye fansi ka fanda sara dosh nahi sarkari
sara dosh nahi sarkari doshi hai janta bhi sari
doshi hai janta bhi sari doshi hai janta bhi sari
kare akele haye haye haye kare
akele chamtkar kya delhi ke bhagwan
yahi to maara gaya hindustan yahi to maara gaya hindustan
ye pyara maara gaya hindustan dulara maara gaya hindustan
hamara maara gaya hindustan bechara maara gaya hindustan

We, the kings of words,
speak grand pronouncements,
grand words our creed, our honor.
Yet, in deeds, a hollow echo,
failure's drum, a dirge of hope,
how then, can salvation bloom?
This Hindustan, it bleeds, it dies.

A ruler, gorging on coin,
spared a traitor, a rogue unbound.
The wronged, denied their due,
spilled their anguish, a truth revealed.
Caught, they trembled, fear's icy grip,
the captor explained, a bitter jest:
"Take bribes, and be damned,
pay bribes, and buy your freedom!"
This Hindustan, it bleeds, it dies.
Our Hindustan, it bleeds, it dies.

A father, starving, paid his son's fees,
the cherished one, to college he went.
Such schooling, such learning,
in the temple of knowledge,
he set the flames of rebellion.
Rebellion, in our own land,
when such children are born,
This Hindustan, it bleeds, it dies.
Our Hindustan, it bleeds, it dies.

A soldier, for the nation, gave his life,
returned from the front, to find discord,
fighting amongst themselves.
Bewildered, he cried,
"Where is Hindustan, my brother?"
Divided, fragmented,
since our great nation's fall.
This Hindustan, it bleeds, it dies.
Our Hindustan, it bleeds, it dies.

We nurture the dark trade,
the vile commerce,
we hang the noose ourselves.
The noose, my friends, the noose,
the blame isn't all on the government,
the people too, are guilty,
the people too are guilty,
Can Delhi's gods alone,
perform a miracle?
This Hindustan, it bleeds, it dies.
Our Hindustan, it bleeds, it dies.
Our Hindustan, it bleeds, it dies.
Our Hindustan, it bleeds, it dies.