jan gan man rann hai
is ran me jakhmi bharat ka bhagy vidhata
punjab sindh gujrat maratha
ek dusre se lad ke mar rahe hai
is desh ne humko ek kiya
aur hum is desh ke tukde kar
daravid utkal bang

khoon baha ke ek rang ka
kar diya hum ne tiranga
sarhado pe jung or
galiyo me fasa tiranga
vind himachal yamuna ganga me
hai tezab ubal raha hai

mar gaya sab ka sawera
jane kab zinda ho aage
fir bhi tab shub name jage
tab sub aasis maange
aag me jal kar chikh raha hai
fir bhi koi nahi bachata
gaye tab jao gatha
desh ka aisa haal hai lekin
aapas me lad rahe neta
jan gan mangal dayak jai hey
bharat ko bachaa le vidhata
jai hey jai hey
jan gan man rann hai

The people's heart, a field of war,
Where India, wounded, sees its fate.
Punjab, Sindh, Gujarat, Maratha,
Fighting each other, sealed by hate.

This land once bound us all as one,
Yet we now tear it all apart,
Dividing into pieces,
Dravida, Utkala, Bang, a broken heart.

Blood spilled, a single color stained,
We made the flag, its colors bright,
But borders blaze with endless war,
The flag now caught in city fight.
Vindhya, Himachala, Yamuna, Ganga,
Where acid boils, a poisoned stream.

The morning of all is now gone,
Who knows when life will return?
Still, in the morning of hope, they awake,
As they pray for the dawn to return.
Burning in fire, it cries and screams,
But no one comes to save the soul.
Singing songs of victory,
In this state the nation weeps,
As leaders fight, consume the whole.

The people's hearts in battle rage,
God, save India, from this fight,
Victory be to you,
Victory, Victory,
The people's hearts, a field of war.