is bharat par hai garv hume
iski maati par hai abhiman
pane ko jaha prem swayam
dharti par aate hai bhagwan

suray chandarma taare nis din
karte jise prnam
ganga jaisa pawan hai wo
radhe krishan ka naam
jai radhe krishan jai radhe krishan ka naam

sath samay ke ho jati hai
har ek baat purani
kabhi purani ho na saki
par inki amar kahani
is dharti ke kan kan me hai
ab tak jinka naam
ganga jaisa pawan hai wo
radhe krishan ka naam
jai radhe krishan jai radhe krishan ka naam

isi rang me rang kar tar gayi
prem diwani meera
isi rang me rang kar tar gayi
prem diwani meera
bhavsagar se paar utar gaye
tulsi sur kabira
tulsi sur kabira
sita ram kaho chahe unko bolo radhe krishan
ganga jaisa pawan hai wo
radhe krishan ka naam
jai radhe krishan jai radhe krishan ka naam

Upon this India, our hearts swell with pride,
On her soil, our souls find their stride.
To find love's embrace, a divine decree,
Gods descend to this land, eternally.

Sun, moon, and stars, in endless array,
Bow in reverence, day by day.
Pure as the Ganges, their essence we claim,
The names of Radha and Krishna, a sacred flame.
Glory to Radha-Krishna, glory to their name.

With the passage of time, all things turn to dust,
But some stories remain, forever to trust.
Never fading, their tale shall endure,
Their immortal saga, forever pure.
In every atom, their presence resides,
Their names echoed, where spirit presides.
Pure as the Ganges, their essence we claim,
The names of Radha and Krishna, a sacred flame.
Glory to Radha-Krishna, glory to their name.

Dyed in this hue, मीरा found her release,
In love's devotion, she found inner peace.
Dyed in this hue, मीरा found her release,
In love's devotion, she found inner peace.
Across the ocean of life, they found their way,
Tulsidas, Sur, and the poets of the day.
Tulsidas, Sur, and the poets of the day.
Sita-Rama you call, or Radha-Krishna you say,
Pure as the Ganges, their essence we claim,
The names of Radha and Krishna, a sacred flame.
Glory to Radha-Krishna, glory to their name.