kya hind ka zinda kanp raha hai
gunj rahi hai taveere
uktaye hain shayad kuch kaidi
aur tod rahe hain janjeere
diwaro ke niche aa aa kar
yu jama huye hai zindani
seeno me talakum bijli ka
aankho me jhalakti samseere

kya unko khabar thi hotho par
jo mohar lagaya karte the
ek roz kisi khamosi se
tapke ki tahkati takreerein
sambhlo ki wo zinda gunj utha
jhapto ke wo kaidi chhut gaye
utho ki wo baithi diware
dodo ki wo tuti janjeere
dodo ki wo tuti janjeere
dodo ki wo tuti janjeere
dodo ki wo tuti janjeere

Is India's soul now trembling?
Takbirs echo, a rising tide.
Weary, perhaps, the captives,
Shattering chains, cast aside.

Gathered beneath the walls,
Prisoners, a living throng.
Lightning's surge within their chests,
Swords flash where eyes belong.

Did they know, those lips that sealed,
With stamps of their decree?
That silence would one day break,
And words ignite, fiercely free?

Beware! The soul now roars aloud,
See! The captives are unchained!
Arise! The walls are crumbling,
Run! For the broken chains remain.
Run! For the broken chains remain.
Run! For the broken chains remain.
Run! For the broken chains remain.