hum dil ki dhadkan ki lay par
fursat se gane gate hai
jinko hum bhul nahi sakte
o hum unko kab yaad aate hai

mai lakh bhulata hu unko
wo rah rah kar yad aate hai
ek kadam uthata hu aage
wo piche hat hat jate hai

ik khushi ke badle aath pahar
aankho se ashk bahate hai
dil tham tham kar rote hai
ho jo ulfat ulfat gate hai
ek taraf mohabbat roti hai
ek taraf se nare aate hai
jai hind juba se bol sipahi
ab paav dole jate hai
jai hind
hum gate hai shikwe unke
wo mitti ke gun gate hai
hum tumse milne ko pritam
o mitti ko gale lagate hai

Upon the rhythm of the heart's own beat,
We weave our songs, a leisurely retreat.
Those we can never truly leave behind,
When do we grace their memory's confine?

I call to them a thousand desperate cries,
Yet ever-present, in my memory's guise.
One step I take, to reach their distant shore,
They step away, and vanish evermore.

For every joy, eight watches of the night,
The eyes release a torrent, dimming light.
We clutch our hearts, in sorrow's bitter hold,
Singing of love, a story to be told.
Where love weeps softly, in a whispered plea,
From other sides, the war cries rise and flee.
"Victory to India!" the soldier cries,
As trembling legs betray his fading guise.
Victory to India!

We sing of grievances, of all they've done,
While they sing praises of the earth, the sun.
To meet you, Beloved, is our only goal,
We embrace the very dust that claims your soul.