jindagi hai to maut aayegi, jindagi fir bhi muskurayegi
kaise jeena hai kaise marna hai, faisla iska khud ko karna hai
balidhani vatan pe amar ho gaye, hai naman apna aise viro ko
jindagi hai to maut aayegi, jindagi fir bhi muskurayegi
kaise jeena hai kaise marna hai, faisla iska khud ko karna hai
balidhani vatan pe amar ho gaye, hai naman apna aise viro ko

koi jaati nahi koi bhasha nahi, desh ko sabse upar se mane
na ye hindu hai na ye musalman hai
kudh ko bharat ki santan jane
yahi janani hai yahi mata hai, desh hi inka bas vidhata hai
desh pe marna jisko ata hai, bhagyashali vo kahlata hai
balidhani vatan pe amar ho gaye, hai naman apna aise viro ko

jab seemao pe aaye sankat kahi, inhi viro ne inko mitaya
apni sakti hai kya apna sahs hai kya
inhi viro ne jag ko dikhaya
is himalaya ka man inse hai, ganga jamana ki shan inse hai
koti koti me pran inse hai, jan gan man ka gaan inse hai
balidhani vatan pe amar ho gaye, hai naman apna aise viro ko

jindagi hai to maut aayegi, jindagi fir bhi muskurayegi
kaise jeena hai kaise marna hai, faisla iska khud ko karna hai
balidhani vatan pe amar ho gaye, hai naman apna aise viro ko
hai naman apna aise viro ko
hai naman apna aise viro ko

Life breathes, death will surely call,
Yet life will rise, beyond the fall.
How to live, and how to cease,
This choice, within, finds its release.
Martyrs for the motherland, forever bright,
To these heroes, we give our utmost light.
Life breathes, death will surely call,
Yet life will rise, beyond the fall.
How to live, and how to cease,
This choice, within, finds its release.
Martyrs for the motherland, forever bright,
To these heroes, we give our utmost light.

No caste divides, no tongue to bind,
The nation first, within the mind.
Not Hindu here, nor Muslim there,
But children of Bharat, beyond compare.
This is the womb, this is the breast,
The nation's the all, where souls find rest.
He who dies for the land so grand,
Is blessed by fate, with a loving hand.
Martyrs for the motherland, forever bright,
To these heroes, we give our utmost light.

When borders faced a fearful plight,
These heroes rose, to banish night.
Their strength, their courage, a blazing pyre,
They showed the world, their hearts of fire.
The Himalayas' pride, they did embrace,
The Ganga's flow, their noble grace.
In millions' hearts, their spirit dwells,
In the anthem's song, their story tells.
Martyrs for the motherland, forever bright,
To these heroes, we give our utmost light.

Life breathes, death will surely call,
Yet life will rise, beyond the fall.
How to live, and how to cease,
This choice, within, finds its release.
Martyrs for the motherland, forever bright,
To these heroes, we give our utmost light.
To these heroes, we give our utmost light.
To these heroes, we give our utmost light.