kya tumse kahu apni sdaa ka hi pta na
kya tumse kahu apni sdaa ka hi pta na
ifalad ke mare gue khushiyan ka trana
kya tumse kahu apne tbahi ka fansana

aati hai bilkaten hue bchchon ka sadaye
dukh dard se bharpoor hai bharat ki fijaye
is desh me nafrat ki chalti kaisi hwaye
chhai hai har ek dil par ? ki ghtaye
koi nhi duniya me mohabbat ka thikana
kya tumse kahu apni tbahi ka fasana

bande nna jwaa aur boodhe hai salamat
maihfooz na daulat na ijajat na himmat
ab dharm ki bhi laaz nhi haye re nafrat
bhagwan ye insaa se insaa ka bgaawat
baah haye gya kya julm ki tufaan me jnmana
kya tumse kahu apni tbahi ka fasana

kante hai glaa hans ke bhai ka ik bhaoi
har mod par kateel hai har ek dharm kasaai
bharat ke kapooton ne ajab aag lgaai
mumkin nhi ab kaid gulami pe rihai
badla hai na badlega gulamon ka jmana

Do you not know your own eternity?
Do you not know your own eternity?
A song of joy, struck down by the orchard's fall,
Do you not know your tale of wreckage at all?

The cries of weeping children ascend,
India's air, with sorrow, does contend.
What wind of hate across this land did blow?
Dark clouds of *ke* (doubt, confusion) in every heart now grow.
In this world, where does love reside?
Do you not know your tale of wreckage, deep inside?

Neither young nor old are safe, alas,
Neither wealth nor permission, nor courage can surpass.
Even faith has lost its hold, oh, this hate's sting!
God, this rebellion of man against man, the very thing!
Will the age be swept away by a storm of wrong?
Do you not know your tale of wreckage, where you belong?

A brother smiling, slitting his brother's throat,
At every turn, a killer, in every faith, we note.
India's sons have lit a fire, we can't ignore,
Freedom from the chains of slavery, no longer secure.
The age of slaves has changed, it will not now change for any.