o mere desh ki dekho aan shan yaha desh bhakt de
has ke balidan
is desh me adbudh hai shakti is desh ki chandan si mitti
mere desh ko duniya kare pranaam ho iska koi hisab nahi
mere desh ka jawab nahi, mere desh ka jawab nahi

o yaha lagte shahido ke mele ho ho
o yaha lagte shahido ke mele tyohar yaha ke albele
kabhi id diwali raakhi hai kabhi lohri holi baisakhi hai
kabhi id diwali raakhi hai kabhi lohri holi baisakhi hai
sanskriti yahan ki hai mahan atithi bhi hai dev samman
mera desh gaaon mein basta hai

dilo me pyar barsata hai, dilo me pyar barsata hai
yaha shankh baje hai mandir me hoti hai rajane masjid me
yaha pathar me bhi bhagwan hai
yaha geeta hai bibal hai kuraan hai

o mitro pe jaan luta de ham dushma ko maar bhaga de ham
har nar me yaha shivaji hai har naari me laxmi baai hai
yaha prem ki amar misale hai yaha dilwale hai matwale hai
o yaha hira aur ranjha ke kise soni mahiwal ke charche hai

uttar me parvato ka raj hai dakshin ko sagar pe naaz hai
purab me hai suraj ki laali paschim ki chatha bhi hai nirali
ham punjabi hai aur hai bangali ham mandrasi hai aur hai marathi
ham hazaro bhasha bhashi hai
par ham saare bharat vaasi hai par ham saare bharat vaasi hai

o mere desh ka jawab nahi, mere desh ka jawab nahi
o mere desh ka jawab nahi, mere desh ka jawab nahi
o mere desh ka jawab nahi, mere desh ka jawab nahi
mere desh ka jawab nahi

Behold, O Land, where honor brightly gleams,
And patriots offer life's sweet, fleeting dreams.
A land of marvel, strength in every grain,
Where soil like sandalwood, does gently stain.
My nation, bowed to by the world's embrace,
A beauty boundless, time cannot erase.
My nation's match, a truth beyond compare,
My nation's answer hangs upon the air.

Where martyrs' fairs arise, a vibrant show,
And festivals in colorful currents flow.
Eid and Diwali, Rakhi's silken thread,
Lohri and Holi, stories to be read.
Eid and Diwali, Rakhi's silken thread,
Lohri and Holi, stories to be read.
A culture grand, a welcoming hand,
With guests as gods within this sacred land.
My nation dwells in villages of old,
Where hearts with love, a story to be told.
Where love's sweet essence softly does descend,
Where love's sweet essence softly does descend.
The conch shell's call, in temples' hallowed space,
While prayers in mosques find their resting place.
Here, even stone, the divine presence knows,
The Gita, Bible, Quran softly flows.

For friends, we'd give our lives without a thought,
And foes we chase, their battles have been fought.
Each man a Shivaji, brave and bold and true,
Each woman Lakshmibai, forever new.
Love's timeless tales in every heart reside,
Where valiant souls, in passion, bravely ride.
Where Heer and Ranjha's echoes softly call,
And Sohni Mahiwal, enthralls one and all.
The North's dominion, mountains reach the sky,
The South's great oceans, where the seagulls fly.
The East, where dawn paints colors on the morn,
The West's display, a beauty to be born.
We Punjabis are, and Bengalis too,
Madrasis we are, and Marathi view.
Though tongues may vary, a thousand voices sing,
Yet India's children, joy and pride they bring,
Yes, India's children, joy and pride they bring.

My nation's answer, a truth beyond compare,
My nation's answer hangs upon the air.
My nation's answer, a truth beyond compare,
My nation's answer hangs upon the air.
My nation's answer, a truth beyond compare,
My nation's answer hangs upon the air.
My nation's answer, a truth beyond compare.