laal rang se rangi dhwaja hamaare desh ki
laal rang se rangi dhwaja hamaare desh ki
badho he veer bol ke jaynti jai ganesh ki
badho he veer bol ke jaynti jai ganesh ki
jaynti jai ganesh ki, jaynti jai ganesh ki

dat ke ab karenge ham bedhrmiyo ka samana
dat ke ab karenge ham bedhrmiyo ka samana
uthe huye saro pe ab hame gagan ko thaamana
uthe huye saro pe ab hame gagan ko thaamana
nayan me hai ye bandagi, nayan me hai ye bandagi
lagan lagi hai desh ki
aa aa aa aa aa
laal rang se rangi dhwaja hamaare desh ki
badho he veer bol ke jaynti jai ganesh ki
jaynti jai ganesh ki jaynti jai ganesh ki

unch nich bhed bhaw ki divaar tod do
ye divaar tod do
unch nich bhed bhaw ki divaar tod do
jo raah rok kar khade hai unka muh marod do
jo raah rok kar khade hai unka muh marod do
khule palak mahesh ki, khule palak mahesh ki
hile samadhi shesh ki
aa aa aa aa aa
laal rang se rangi dhwaja hamaare desh ki
badho he veer bol ke jaynti jai ganesh ki
jaynti jai ganesh ki jaynti jai ganesh ki

gajendr ka vidhaan hai, trishul ka nishan hai
trishul ka nishan hai
nahi jhukenge jab talak sharir me ye praan hai
nahi jhukenge jab talak sharir me ye praan hai

Crimson bleeds upon our nation's flag,
Crimson bleeds, a story to be bagged.
March forth, brave hearts, with chants that ring,
Of Ganesha's triumph, songs we sing.
Ganesha's triumph, echoes bright,
Ganesha's triumph, in the fight.

Now we face the faithless, stand our ground,
Now we face, where lost souls are found.
On soaring peaks, we'll grasp the sky,
On soaring peaks, where eagles fly.
In eyes, devotion's sacred gleam,
In eyes, a patriotic dream.
Ah, ah, ah, ah,
Crimson bleeds upon our nation's flag,
March forth, brave hearts, with chants to drag,
Of Ganesha's triumph, loud and long,
Ganesha's triumph, make us strong.
Ganesha's triumph, in the song.

Shatter walls of caste and creed,
Shatter walls, a soul's true need.
Shatter walls of hate and scorn,
Shatter walls, until the morn.
Twist the faces of those who block,
Twist the faces, upon the rock.
Mahadev's eyes, their slumber cease,
Mahadev's eyes, bring inner peace.
The serpent sleeps, but now he stirs,
The serpent sleeps, our courage spurs.
Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah,
Crimson bleeds upon our nation's flag,
March forth, brave hearts, with chants to drag,
Of Ganesha's triumph, clear and bold,
Ganesha's triumph, stories told.
Ganesha's triumph, as of old.

Gajendra's law, a sacred guide,
Gajendra's law, on every side.
The trident's mark, a shining grace,
The trident's mark, in time and space.
We shall not yield, while life remains,
We shall not yield, through joys and pains.