jo insan jitna hi pasina bahaye
vo utna maati se sona ugaaye

ye sona hara hara hoga
bada hi khara khara hoga
jo apne hath ki mehnat hai
wahi to asali daulat hai
lagan se kaam kiye jao
ke mehnat se na sharmaao
agar sacchi hai tadbire
badal jati hai takdire

is dharti ki maati chandan
iska tilak lagayenge
jhum jhum kar gayenge
phul khile hai gulshan gulshan
phul khile hai gulshan gulshan
is dharti ki maati chandan
iska tilak lagayenge
jhum jhum kar gayenge
phul khile hai gulshan gulshan
o phul khile hai gulshan gulshan
phul khile hai gulshan gulshan
phul khile hai gulshan gulshan
ho o phul khile hai gulshan gulshan

panghat panghat gaagar chhalke
laharati har chunari dadlke
panghat panghat gaagar chhalke
laharati har chunari ddalke
hotho pe khushiyo ki laali
har mukhade pe chandi jhalke
o har mukhade pe chandi jhalke
dekho mast rasila sawan
baras raha hai aangan aangan
phul khile hai gulshan gulshan
phul khile hai gulshan gulshan
phul khile hai gulshan gulshan
o phul khile hai gulshan gulshan

The sweat that pours, a sacred tide,
From toil, a golden harvest shall ride.
This gold, a vibrant, verdant hue,
Authentic, honest, through and through.
For labor of the hand, the truest wealth,
In diligence, a vibrant, vital health.
Embrace the work, with heart ablaze,
Let not exertion dim your gaze.
If true the plans, the spirit's art,
Then destiny will shift its heart.

This earth, a sandalwood so sweet,
Upon our brow, its mark we'll greet.
With joyful cries, our voices rise,
In every garden, blooms the prize.
In every garden, blooms the prize.
This earth, a sandalwood so sweet,
Upon our brow, its mark we'll greet.
With joyful cries, our voices rise,
In every garden, blooms the prize.
Oh, in every garden, blooms the prize.
In every garden, blooms the prize.
In every garden, blooms the prize.
Oh, in every garden, blooms the prize.

At every well, the pitchers gleam,
The scarves cascade, a flowing dream.
At every well, the pitchers gleam,
The scarves cascade, a flowing dream.
On lips, a blush of sheer delight,
On every face, a silver light.
Oh, on every face, a silver light.
See now, the monsoon's vibrant grace,
In every courtyard, finds its place.
In every garden, blooms the prize.
In every garden, blooms the prize.
Oh, in every garden, blooms the prize.
In every garden, blooms the prize.