guruwo ka apne man rakhde
apni hatheli pe jaan rakhde
chidiyo ke sang baaj ladaye
chale sher ki chal
jab kita punjabiya ne
kita edha maan
jo bole so nihal sat shariya akal
jo bole so nihal sat shariya akal
guruwo ka apne man rakhde
apni hatheli pe jaan rakhde
chidiyo ke sang baaj ladaye
chale sher ki chal
jab kita punjabiya ne
kita edha maan
jo bole so nihal sat shariya akal
jo bole so nihal sat shariya akal

pakiya ambiya baga de wich
sajna chithi payi
vatna di mitti di khusbu
pardesa wich aayi
nanak naam jahaz hai
jo chade so utare paar
jisne tek lagayi uska
ho gaya beda paar
nanak naam jahaz hai
jo chade so utare paar
jisne tek lagayi uska
ho gaya beda paar
rab sacha hai apne bando ke
wo kaj saware
manjil usi ko milti hai
jo himmat kabhi na hare
jo kahete hai wo karte hai
ye guruo ke lale
jab kita punjabiya ne
kita edha maan
jo bole so nihal sat shariya akal
jo bole so nihal sat shariya akal

aayi baisakhi dhol bajandi
mauj manale chal mahiya
muk gayi eye kanta di rakhi
bangda pale chal mahiya
dholiya dhol baja ke bichae bol suna
sawa lakh hai ek ladawa
tab guru govind kahelau
jaha bhi jau jeet ke aau
das tera aisa kahelava
sawa lakh hai ek ladawa
tab guru govind kahlau
jaha bhi jau jeet ke aau
das tera aisa kahelava
wakt gawahi deta hai
todi jisne janjire
likhne walo ne likhi hai
khud apni takdire
dene chale jawab kisi
ne hamse kiya sawal
jab kita punjabiya ne
kita edha maan
jo bole so nihal sat shariya akal
jo bole so nihal sat shariya akal
guruwo ka apne man rakhde
apni hatheli pe jaan rakhde
chidiyo ke sang baaj ladaye
chale sher ki chal
jab kita punjabiya ne
kita edha maan
jo bole so nihal sat shariya akal
hoy jo bole so nihal sat shariya akal
hoy jo bole so nihal sat shariya akal
hoy jo bole so nihal sat shariya akal

hum ghar sajan aaye pyariyo
hum ghar sajan aaye
hum ghar sajan aaye pyariyo
hum ghar sajan aaye
sajan aaye saj ladaye
sajan aaye saj ladaye
bigade kaj banaye
hum ghar sajan aaye pyariyo
hum ghar sajan aaye
hum ghar sajan aaye pyariyo
hum ghar sajan aaye
guruwa da apne man rakhde
apni hatheli te jaan rakhde
chidiya de nal baaj ladande
chalan sher diya chal
dharti da kita punjabiya ne
kita inna man
jo bole so nihal sat shariya akal
jo bole so nihal sat shariya akal
jo bole so nihal sat shariya akal
jo bole so nihal sat shariya akal.

Upon your palm, place honor's weight, your life a sacred offering.
With sparrow's flight, confront the hawk, stride with the lion's heart,
When Punjab's spirit soared, its banner bravely borne,
"Victory to the Guru!" rings, "Truth is the timeless sword!"

In orchards ripe, mangoes whisper, a lover's note they send,
The soil of home, its fragrance brought, where foreign skies extend.
Nanak's Name, a ship of grace, that carries souls across the tide,
Whom it embraces, finds release, their weary burdens cast aside.
God, the True, His children tend, their needs He will fulfill,
The steadfast heart, the brave soul finds, the summit of the hill.
They speak and act, these lion-hearts, the Guru's valiant seed,
When Punjab's spirit soared, its banner bravely freed,
"Victory to the Guru!" rings, "Truth is the timeless sword!"

The Vaisakhi drums resound, let joy's dance take flight,
My love, the thorns of sorrow fade, let us embrace the light.
Drummer, beat the rhythmic call, let songs of valor bloom,
"When one fights a hundred thousand," such is the Guru's tomb,
Wherever I may venture forth, your servant is my name,
Time bears witness to those who break the chains of worldly shame.
The hands that write, they shape their fate, their destinies unfold,
When Punjab's spirit soared, its story to be told,
"Victory to the Guru!" rings, "Truth is the timeless sword!"

Upon your palm, place honor's weight, your life a sacred offering.
With sparrow's flight, confront the hawk, stride with the lion's heart,
When Punjab's spirit soared, its banner bravely borne,
"Victory to the Guru!" rings, "Truth is the timeless sword!"
So rings, "Victory to the Guru!" rings, "Truth is the timeless sword!"

My Beloved comes home, my love, my Beloved comes home,
He comes, He heals, He makes us whole, repairs the broken dome.
My Beloved comes home, my love, my Beloved comes home,
Upon your palm, place honor's weight, your life a sacred offering.
With sparrow's flight, confront the hawk, stride with the lion's heart,
When Punjab's spirit soared, its banner bravely borne,
"Victory to the Guru!" rings, "Truth is the timeless sword!"