jai hind jai hind jai hind
ye hind ki kahaniya
ye hind ki kahaniya
ye hind ki kahaniya
ye hind ki kahaniya
sansar ke itihas ki
ye hai amar kahaniya
ye hind ki kahaniya
ye hind ki kahaniya
ye hind ki kahaniya

wo hind jiske dwar ka
himalay pahredar hai
wo hind jiske dwar ka
himalay pahredar hai
wo hind jiski petiyo se
pal raha sansar hai
wo hind jiski petiyo se
pal raha sansar hai
wo hind jiske mandiro me
aarti ka gaan hai
wo hind jiske mandiro me
aarti ka gaan hai
wo hind jiski maszido me
gunjti aazan hai
wo hind jiski maszido me
gunjti aazan hai
us hind ke in beshumar
gaanv ki nishaniya
us hind ke in beshumar
gaanv ki nishaniya
ye hind ki kahaniya
ye hind ki kahaniya

rangin savera savera
rangin savera savera
ye desh apni jeet ke, sapno ka basera
ye desh apni jeet ke, sapno ka basera
rangin savera savera
hum nanhe nav nihal me
is desh ko jagayenge
hum nanhe nav nihal me
is desh ko jagayenge
hum bukhe aur kangal mil
tufan ban ke chhayenge
hum bukhe aur kangal mil
tufan ban ke chhayenge

punjab aur madras mil
jind aur bengal mil
bihar aur gujrat mil
hum aaj bane phir se
yaha tha jo basera
rangin savera savera

diwar nahi ungliyo se
desh ki ban jayegi
diwar nahi ungliyo se
desh ki ban jayegi
phir desh ke kile pe apni
fauj milke gaayegi
phir desh ke kile pe apni
fauj milke gaayegi
we hind ki kahaniya
jo hai amar kahaniya
jo hai amar kahaniya
jai hind jai hind jai hind

Triumphant India, thrice we hail,
Tales of India, they prevail.
Of history's vast and echoing lore,
Immortal stories evermore.
Tales of India, evermore.

That India, where the gates stand guard,
Himalaya's peaks, a watching yard.
That India, from whose coffers flow,
The sustenance that nations know.
That India, where in temples bright,
Arati's hymns fill morning light.
That India, where from mosques arise,
The call to prayer that fills the skies.
Of countless villages, a sacred trace,
Of that India, time cannot erase.
Tales of India, stories told.

A dawn of colors, bright and bold,
This land of triumph, dreams unfold.
A dawn of colors, bright and bold.
We, the tender shoots, the small and new,
Will awaken this land, strong and true.
We, the hungry, the impoverished,
Shall rise as a storm, and be blessed.
We, the hungry, the impoverished,
Shall rise as a storm, and be blessed.

Punjab and Madras, hand in hand,
Jind and Bengal, across the land,
Bihar and Gujarat, side by side,
Today we rise, our spirits ride.
Where once was home, a memory deep,
A dawn of colors, secrets to keep.

No walls shall stand, but fingertips,
Shall build this nation, on our lips.
Then on the fortresses, we shall be,
Our united army, wild and free.
Then on the fortresses, we shall be,
Our united army, wild and free.
Tales of India, forever bright,
Immortal stories, bathed in light.
Triumphant India, thrice we hail.