jin veero ne watan ka sar uncha kiya hai
unhe shish jhukate rahna phul chadate rahna
matram vande matram matram vande matram
jin veero ne watan ka sar uncha kiya hai
unhe shish jhukate rahna phul chadate rahna
matram vande matram matram vande matram

maut ke parde me unko mil gayi hai jindagi
desh ki khatir jinhona hans ke di kurbaniya
bhul sakte hai bhala kaise unhe ahle watan
mit nahi sakte dilo se unki yado ke nisha jin veero ne
jin veero ne watan ka sar uncha kiya hai
unhe shish jhukate rahna phul chadate rahna
matram vande matram matram vande matram

khun ke katre mila karkom ke pyare sahid
ganga or jamuna ke dharo ko rawani de gaye
jindagi ko jo samjhte the amanat desh ki aane wale waqt ko
apni jawani de gaye jin veero ne jin veero ne watan ka
sar uncha kiya hai unhe shish jhukate rahna
phul chadate rahna matram vande matram
matram vande matram

To those heroes, who raised our nation's head,
Bowing low, ever offering flowers instead.
Mother, I bow, Mother, I revere.
To those heroes, who raised our nation's head,
Bowing low, ever offering flowers instead.
Mother, I bow, Mother, I revere.

In death's embrace, they found a life anew,
For the nation's sake, their laughter brightly flew.
How can we forget those who sacrificed with grace?
Their memories etched, within the heart's embrace.
To those heroes, who raised our nation's head,
Bowing low, ever offering flowers instead.
Mother, I bow, Mother, I revere.

Blood droplets mingle, martyrs' sacred stain,
To Ganga and Jamuna, a flowing, vital rain.
They saw life as a trust, for the nation's call,
Their youth they gave, embracing freedom's thrall.
To those heroes, who raised our nation's head,
Bowing low, ever offering flowers instead.
Mother, I bow, Mother, I revere.