mera juta hai japani, ye patlun engalistani
sar pe laal topi rusi, phir bhi dil hai hindustani
mera juta hai japani, ye patlun engalistani
sar pe laal topi rusi, phir bhi dil hai hindustani
mera juta hai japani

nikal pade hain khuli sadak par apna seena taane
manjil kahan kahan rukna hai uper wala jaane
badhate jaaye ham sailani, jaise ek dariya tufani
sar pe laal topi rusi, phir bhi dil hai hindustaani
mera juta hai japani, ye patlun engalistani
sar pe laal topi rusi, phir bhi dil hai hindustaani
mera juta hai japani

upar niche niche upar lahar chale jivan ki
lahar chale jivan ki
naadaan hain jo baith kinaare puchhen raah vatan ki
puchhen raah vatan ki
chalana jivan ki kahaani, rukana maut ki nishaani
sar pe laal topi rusi, phir bhi dil hai hindustaani
mera juta hai japani, ye patlun engalistani
sar pe laal topi rusi, phir bhi dil hai hindustaani
mera juta hai

honge raaje raajakunvar ham bigade dil shahazaade
bigade dil shahazaade
ham sinhaasan par ja baithe jab jab karen iraade
jab jab karen iraade
surat hai jaani pahachaani, duniya vaalon ko hairaani
sar pe laal topi rusi, phir bhi dil hai hindustaani
mera juta hai japani, ye patlun engalistani
sar pe laal topi rusi, phir bhi dil hai hindustaani
mera juta hai

My shoes, from lands of the rising sun,
My trousers, stitched by Albion's hand,
A crimson cap, from Russia spun,
Yet, my heart beats to Hindustan's command.
My shoes are Japanese.

We tread forth, on the road laid bare,
With chests held high, and spirits bold,
Where the journey ends, none can declare,
Only the heavens, the story told.
We journey on, like a tempestuous sea,
Like a wandering river, flowing free,
A crimson cap, from Russia spun,
Yet, my heart beats to Hindustan's command.
My shoes are Japanese.

Up and down, the waves of life we ride,
The tide of existence, a ceaseless flow,
Fools they are, who sit and confide,
And ask of the homeland, where to go.
To walk is life's grand melody,
To cease is death's decree.
A crimson cap, from Russia spun,
Yet, my heart beats to Hindustan's command.
My shoes are Japanese.

Princes we are, with hearts undone,
Rebels born with regal grace,
On thrones of will, our tasks begun,
When, from our dreams, we find our place.
Familiar form, a world's surprise,
Reflected in our very eyes.
A crimson cap, from Russia spun,
Yet, my heart beats to Hindustan's command.
My shoes are Japanese.