dekho re dekho log ajuba ye bisvi sadi ka
dekho re dekho log ajuba ye bisvi sadi ka
aasman pe chand ko chhune nikla chand jami ka
re logo ye chanda rus ka na ye japan ka
na ye amrikan pyare ye to hai hindustan ka
re logo ye chanda rus ka na ye japan ka
na ye amrikan pyare ye to hai hindustan ka

gore gore mukh par tune aisa ghunghat dala
gore gore mukh par tune aisa ghunghat dala
aa he wa ye chanda rus ka na ye japan ka
na ye amrikan pyare ye to hai hindustan ka
ye chanda rus ka na ye japan ka
na ye amrikan pyare ye to hai hindustan ka

dushman dekhe jal jal jaya dost kahe kya kahne
dushman dekhe jal jal jaya dost kahe kya kahne
dekhe kis par karam kare tu koun ye sahra pahne
ye chanda rus ka na ye japan ka
na ye amrikan pyare ye to hai hindustan ka
ye chanda rus ka na ye japan ka
na ye amrikan pyare ye to hai hindustan ka

rup nagar se prem nagar tak roj kare ak fera
rup nagar se prem nagar tak roj kare ak fera
teri ak muskaan sham or ak muskaan savera
ye chanda rus ka na ye japan ka
na ye amrikan pyare ye to hai hindustan ka
ye chanda rus ka na ye japan ka
na ye amrikan pyare ye to hai hindustan ka

Behold, O people, a wonder of this age,
Behold, O people, a wonder of this age,
A moon of earth, to touch the moon of space, engage.
This moon belongs not to Russia, nor Japan's shore,
Nor to America, dear ones, but to Hindustan's core.
This moon belongs not to Russia, nor Japan's shore,
Nor to America, dear ones, but to Hindustan's core.

Upon a face of fairness, a veil you did bestow,
Upon a face of fairness, a veil you did bestow,
Ah, this moon belongs not to Russia, nor Japan's flow,
Nor to America, dear ones, but to Hindustan's glow.
This moon belongs not to Russia, nor Japan's flow,
Nor to America, dear ones, but to Hindustan's glow.

The foe, consumed by envy, the friend in praise takes flight,
The foe, consumed by envy, the friend in praise takes flight,
Upon whom does your grace descend, what desert clothes your light?
This moon belongs not to Russia, nor Japan's might,
Nor to America, dear ones, but to Hindustan's height.
This moon belongs not to Russia, nor Japan's might,
Nor to America, dear ones, but to Hindustan's height.

From the city of form to the city of love, a daily trace,
From the city of form to the city of love, a daily trace,
Your single smile, an evening, a dawn within your embrace.
This moon belongs not to Russia, nor Japan's space,
Nor to America, dear ones, but to Hindustan's grace.
This moon belongs not to Russia, nor Japan's space,
Nor to America, dear ones, but to Hindustan's grace.