purane din purane pal, purane khwab jo pichhe chhute hai
yad karo na mit naya sangit naya koi git
nayi phir umang bharke aao milke gaao aaj gaao
purane din purane pal, purane khwab jo pichhe chhute hai
yad karo na mit naya sangit naya koi git
nayi phir umang bharke aao milke gaao aaj gaao
purane din purane pal purane kwab

juda juda hokar, khoye huye ho kaha
juda juda hokar, khoye huye ho kaha
pyar ke rango se, rang do ye sara jaha
pyar ke rango se, rang do ye sara jaha
har dil hai apna, kaun hai begana
mere hamadam bhula do tum
gira do diwaro ko jo khadi hai
aaj hamare bich, naya sangit naya koi git
nayi phir umang bharke aao milke gaao aaj gaao

dhiraj chhodo naa, gam se naa haro kabhi
dhiraj chhodo naa, gam se naa haro kabhi
jina hai tumko, hans ke jiyo jindagi
jina hai tumko, hans ke jiyo jindagi
desh kaa har kona, kar do tum sona
sunahare din sunahare pal
sunehare khwab jo dekhe the wo sach
karne honge mit, naya sangit naya koyi git
nayi phir umang bharke aao milke gaao aaj gaao

hindu musalaman, sikh ho ya kristan
hindu musalaman, sikh ho ya kristan
bharat mata ki, sabhi to hai santan
bharat mata ki, sabhi to hai santan
sabka hai araman, jage hindustan
bhajan ke swar shabad ke path, anjano mein hai jiska nam
sikhai usne hamko prit, naya sangit naya koi git
nayi phir umang bharke aao milake gaao aaj gaao

The days of old, the moments past, dreams adrift,
Let them fade, friend, let the new music lift.
A fresh song to sing, a new heart to ignite,
Come, gather, sing with all your might.
The days of old, the moments past, dreams adrift.

Parted and lost, where do you roam?
Parted and lost, far from home?
With love's bright hues, paint the world anew,
With love's bright hues, a vision true.
Every heart our own, no stranger here,
My comrade, cast aside all fear,
Shatter the walls that divide,
Today, let the new song ride.
Come, gather, sing, sing with pride.

Do not despair, let sorrow not win,
Do not despair, let the battle begin.
Live your life, laugh as you go,
Live your life, let joy overflow.
Every corner of the land, make it gold,
Golden days, golden tales unfold.
The dreams you held, now make them real,
My friend, the new song, the wounds will heal.
Come, gather, sing, today we feel.

Hindu, Muslim, Sikh, or Christian born,
Hindu, Muslim, Sikh, or Christian, sworn,
India's mother, we are all her seed,
India's mother, in unity we lead.
Each one's desire, to awaken the land,
In hymns, in words, in paths unplanned,
Whose name is known among the lost,
He taught us love, whatever the cost.
Come, gather, sing, let the new song boast.