navprabhat ki mangal kirane
dharti ka mukh chum
fut padi kan kan se kaliya
maa vasundhra jhume

hantho me hal aur panwo me bal
hantho me hal aur panwo me bal
mehnat ke pujari kisaan
ke dharti mata ki ham santan
ke dharti mata ki ham santan
o dharti mata tumhe prnaam
o ann ke data tumhe prnaam

ye khet lahrate sona hain barsate
ye khet lahrate sona hain barsate
puja ke mandir hamare
isnse hain ujiyara, ham to kya jag sara
jeeta hai inke sahare
o karte hain shram kabhi thakte na ham
karte hain shram kabhi thakte na ham
chahe andhi ho ye tufaan
ke dharti mata ki ham santan
ke dharti mata ki ham santan

hantho me hal aur panwo me bal
mehnat ke pujari kisaan
ke dharti mata ki ham santan
ke dharti mata ki ham santan
o dharti mata tumhe prnaam
o ann ke data tumhe prnaam

The dawn's auspicious rays, a kiss to Earth's face,
From every mote, a bud bursts forth in grace,
Mother Earth now sways, in a gentle dance.

With plough in hand, and strength within their stride,
The farmers toil, where honest labors reside,
Children of Earth, we gather at her call,
To Mother Earth, our reverent bows we fall,
O Giver of Grain, our hearts to you enthrall.

These fields that ripple, showering golden light,
Our temples of worship, pure and bright,
From them, our world's illumination streams,
On their sustenance, the whole world dreams,
We live by them, our lives, it truly seems.
We labor hard, our spirits never cease,
Through storms and gales, we find our inner peace,
Children of Earth, we stand in proud release.

With plough in hand, and strength within their stride,
The farmers toil, where honest labors reside,
Children of Earth, we gather at her call,
To Mother Earth, our reverent bows we fall,
O Giver of Grain, our hearts to you enthrall.