hum bhat bhat ke panchi hai
par baag to ek humara hai
hum bhat bhat ke panchi hai
par baag to ek humara hai
wo baag hai hindustan jo hume
prano se bhi pyara hai
hum bhat bhat ke panchi hai

baag wahi hai baag ke jisme
tarah tarah ki kaliya ho
kahi pe ras ke champa ke ho
kahi gulabi galiya ho
koi paheli kahi nahi hai
sidha saaf ye chara hai
hum bhat bhat ke panchi hai
par baag to ek humara hai
wo baag hai hindustan jo hume
prano se bhi pyara hai
hum bhat bhat ke panchi hai

badi khushi se ithe uthe tigde tigde bolo ji
badi khushi se ithe uthe tigde tigde bolo ji
lekin dil me girha jo bandhe
hai wo pahle kholo ji
sur me chahe farak ho phir bhi
ek tara ek tara hai
hum bhat bhat ke panchi hai

punjabi ya bengali
madrashi ya gujrati ho
preet ki ek barat hai ye
preet ki ek barat hai ye
tu sab ke sab barati ho
bhesh ya boli kuch bhi ho
hum sab ek shama ke parwane
aapas me takrar kare
hum aise to nahi diwane
mandir maszid girza apna
apna hi gurduwara hai
hum bhat bhat ke panchi hai
par baag to ek humara hai
hum bhat bhat ke panchi hai
par baag to ek humara hai
wo baag hai hindustan jo hume
prano se bhi pyara hai
hum bhat bhat ke panchi hai

We are birds of varied feather,
Yet one garden holds us near,
We are birds of varied feather,
One garden, banishing all fear.
That garden, Hindustan, we hold,
Closer than life, so very dear,
We are birds of varied feather.

The garden where diverse blooms reside,
Where fragrant champa sweetly sings,
Where paths of blush, in beauty, glide,
No riddle here, no hidden things.
A simple truth, a verdant spread,
This is the food that comfort brings,
We are birds of varied feather,
Yet one garden holds us near,
That garden, Hindustan, we hold,
Closer than life, so very dear,
We are birds of varied feather.

With joy, let tongues in chorus rise,
With joy, let words in dance take hold,
But knots within the heart, untie,
Before the stories can be told.
Though notes may vary, voices change,
One star we share, a sight to behold,
We are birds of varied feather.

Punjabi, Bengali,
Madras and Gujarati, all,
A wedding of love, a joyous cry,
All are the guests, answering the call.
Be it dress or language, what we speak,
We are the moths within the hall.
If we bicker, if we fight,
Are we truly mad, you see?
Our temples, mosques, and churches bright,
Our own Gurudwara, eternally,
We are birds of varied feather,
Yet one garden holds us near,
We are birds of varied feather,
One garden, banishing all fear.
That garden, Hindustan, we hold,
Closer than life, so very dear,
We are birds of varied feather.