idhar sarhad pe bahta hai lahu apne jawano ko
udhar dube hue hai hum
sharabo or jamo me
na samhalo ge to mit jaoge
aye hindusta walo
tumhari dasta tak bhi na hogi dastano me

sambhalo aye watan walo watan apna sambhalo
sambhalo aye watan walo watan apna sambhalo
jis watan ke waste kaho ne apni jan di
jan di jane nahi aan hindustan ki
kahani un sahido ki
kahani un sahido ki na bhulo hind walo
janjiro me bandhi hui thi
sadiyo se bharat mata

inhe todne wala pahla bhaghi mangal pandey tha
chin ke bpla kartus wo apne foji bhaiyo se
gaw or suwar ki charbi todo na apne danto se
karwai mangal ne bagawat
karwai mangal ne bagawat
nam dharam ka le le kar
charo or jwala bhadki satawan ka hua gadar
charo or jwala bhadki satawan ka hua gadar
satawan ka hua gadar
badha pakadne ne yu santo
mangal ne nishana bana diya
pal me videshi hakim mitti me usne mila diya
gore sahi ke sine pe chali ye pahli goli thi
karke sar uncha bharat ma
mangal ki jai boli thi
mangal pandey ki jai

haidar ali ne jade hila di angreji sarkar ki
gunj rahi jhankara abhi tak tipu ki talwar ki
peshwa ji ne kamal chapati se kranti sandesh diya
fasi chad kar tatya tope ne jiwan balidan kiya
nana farnavish ne aakhir dam tak har nahi mani
ladte ladte amar hui mardani jhasi ki rani
mardani jhasi ki rani
kate hath se lade kurar singh
har gayi gori sarkar
aaj bhi gaurav se leta hai
us yodhya ka nam bihar
bahadur shah jafar ne di teeno beto ki kurbani
maut aayi rangun me to bole aankho me bhar pani
kitna hai badnasib jafar
dafan ke liye do gaj jamin bhi na mili
kuwe yar me

ludhiyane ke guru ram singh
jinka rahega nam amar
atharah so chobish me wo
janme the is dharti par
angrejo se ladne chale maler kotla inke jawan
goro ki topo ke muh me chali gayi kitno ki jan
ram singh ko gali di
ram singh ko gali di
jab tek wahan kamishnar ne
pakad liye tab kesh uchal kar
ek nanhe se balak ne
ek nanhe se balak ne
choda na jo chudane pe to kat diya balak ke hath
gir pada tadap kara nanha balak
chut gaya prano ka sath
idhar ram singh ho gaye bandhi
or barma ki jel gaye
desh ki azadi ke liye ye kahte jan pe khel gaye
vande matram

jab bhi bol vande matram yad karo tum bankim ko
jis bangali desh bhakt ne amar gan diya hamko
rastariya geet jan gan man ke maha kavi ko karo parnam
bhulega na desh kabhi ravindar nath taigor ka nam

vasudev balwant fadke karte the nokri sarkari
mili na chuti inko jab mar gayi inki mata pyari
ye partigya usi samay ki ke kesh nahi katwaunga
angreji sarkar ko jab tak desh se nahi hataunga
leke jawano ki ek toli leke jawano ki ek toli
tut pade angrejo pe
fuk diye sarkari adalat hath na aaye goro ke
hath na aaye goro ke
ek din jab bimar pade the mejor daniyal aa pahucha
dhokhe se is veer purush ko aakhir usne pakad liya
hui saja kale pani ki par wo jail se hue farah
dobara jab pakde gaye to hue shahid tyag sansar
wo tha sham kishan ji warma kanch ka sabse pyara lal
jisne jalayi lodon me kranti ki pahli bar masal
virendar nath ne lonon me kar di goro ki nind haram
parithwi singh ne raj ulatne me paya tha uncha nam

hardayal ne desh videsh me kranti jwala bhadkari
pandit kashiram ne bhi karanti ke liye fasi payi
barkat ulla ne kayam gadar party ki ki buniyad
rakhta hai mehendar partap ko
kabul barlin ab tak yad
gadar party ke leader the
gadar party ke leader the
baba sohan singh bakhna
sohan lal pathak chad fansi luta gaye jiwan apna
luta gaye jiwan apna
kartar singh saraba aaye
chhod videsh ko apne desh
goro ki chhawni me pahuche dene kranti ka sandesh
goro ko thi sabhi khabar fir bhi na ruka ye diwana
hatho me hathkadi lagi thi par kahta tha mastana
dev desh di jindadi badi okhi galla karni ya desh kaliya we
jina is sewa wich pair paya jina is sewa wich pair paya
unna lakh musibata chaliya

fasi ka fanda chuma tha veer maratha pingle ne
dakshin me sawdesh andolan suru
kiya chidambaram pille ne
jhansi ke parmandan ji lahor ke parmanand bhai
jinhone amrika tak kranti ki aawaz thi pahuchai

nam tha madam kama hi us hindustan ki beti ka
lahraya jag me jisne pahla jhanda azadi ka
ram rakha ne kiya tha anshan andeman ki jail me
khel gaya wo jan ki baji azadi ke khel me
dhanya hai ratnagiri jaha bal tilak ne janam liya
swaraj hamara janam siddh adhikar hai ye paigam diya
adhikar hai ye paigam diya
patar keshri se or maratha se janta ko jagane lage
apne kalam ke jor se wo sansad ki neew hilane lage
shiv jayanti ganpati utsaw maharashtr me shuru kiya
dharam ke sang azadi ka bhi ghar ghar me sandesh diya

dada bhai nauroji ka rastra pitamah kahta desh
bana ke national kangres swarajya ka diya parthan sandesh
wo matwala vipin chandar bangal ka tha rahne wala
bhadkayi thi jisne jan jan me azadi ki jwala
rakhna yad kishan singh ko jo bhagat sinkh ke pita mahan
desh azad karane me kam nahi hai inka bhi balidan
kam nahi hai inka bhi balidan
jitne veer ajit singh the swaran singh utne hi daler
bhagat singh ke dono chacha kahlate punjab ke sher
diya muradabad ki dharti ne sufi amba parsad
kahte hath se bhi jo yoddha lada tha angrejo ke sath
yad karo aye logo ja fakar bandhuo ki kurbani
jinhone atyachari rand ko mar mitane ki thani
jashan mankar mallka jaha rang aa raha tha sare aam
damodar or bal kishan chup kar ja pahuche usi makam

damodar or balkishan chad baithe foran gadi pe
teris ko mara balkishan ne mara rang damodar ne
gore afsar pakad na payegore afsar pakad na paye
dono bhai hue farar mukhbar bana ganesh daravid
ho gaya damodar giraftar mukhbar bana ganesh daravid
ho gaya damodar giraftar ho gaya damodar giraftar
tilak se gita mangwa kar fasi par chad gaye damodar
duje bhai bal kishan ka bhi ye ant hua aakhir
tije bhai vasudev ne mukhbar ganesh ko ja mara
maut ka badla maut se lekar ho gaya maut ko pyara
kasam aise sahido ki kasam aise sahido ke
tumhe aye desh walo tumhe aye desh walo
sambhalo aye watan walo watan apna sambhalo
sambhalo aye watan walo watan apna sambhalo

Where the blood of our soldiers flows,
While we drown in wine and our woes,
If you don't rise, you'll be erased,
Oh, India, your plight, unsung, unplaced.

Awake, oh nation, reclaim your land,
For which millions gave their hand,
Gave their lives, but never their pride,
The tale of those martyrs, far and wide.

Of those martyrs, do not forget,
India, bound for centuries, beset,
Mangal Pandey, the first to break free,
Tore at the cartouche, for all to see.
"Don't stain your teeth," he cried in rage,
With grease of cow and swine, the page
Of rebellion turned, a fiery start,
The Mutiny of '57, tore hearts apart.
Of '57, a blaze unfurled,
Mangal aimed, and shook the world,
In a moment, the foreign ruler fell,
Into dust, a death knell.
On the chest of the White Raj, that first shot rang,
Lifting high India's honor, the hymn he sang,
Mangal Pandey's victory, a call so bold.

Hayder Ali shook the English throne,
Tipu's sword, its echo, still known.
Peshwa, with the lotus and roti, a call,
Tata and Topi, gave their all,
Nana, fought till his last breath,
The Rani of Jhansi, welcomed death,
The Rani of Jhansi, a warrior bold,
Fought with the elephant, the stories told.
The Gori Sarkar lost, in its fight,
Even today, Bihar's pride shines bright.
Bahadur Shah Zafar, his sons gave their lives,
In Rangoon, he wept, the sorrow survives,
"How unfortunate Zafar, so it seems,
Not even two yards of soil for his dreams."

Guru Ram Singh of Ludhiana, his fame shall endure,
Born in '24, his spirit pure,
To fight the English, to Malerkotla, they went,
For the Goras' cannons, their lives they spent.
Ram Singh was shot, Ram Singh was shot,
Then the Commissioner seized, a child was caught,
A child's hands were severed, so they say,
The little one fell, his life slipped away.
Ram Singh imprisoned, to Burma's jail,
For the nation's freedom, they dared to fail,
Vande Mataram, a cry so free.

When you chant Vande Mataram, remember Bankim's name,
That Bengali patriot, who lit an eternal flame.
To the great poet of the National Anthem, we bow,
Never will the nation forget, Tagore's vow.
Vasudev Phadke, a government man,
No leave he got, when his mother ran
To death's door, a promise he made,
"My hair I won't cut," his vow was laid,
"Until from this land, the English are gone,"
A band of youth, he led them on,
They burned the courts, the English couldn't seize,
His hand they could not seize.
Then sick, Major Daniel came,
And captured the hero, in a treacherous game,
Sentenced to Kala Pani's dark shore,
He escaped jail, and fought once more.
Once again he was captured, he died,
Shyam Krishan Verma, for the nation he cried,
He ignited the first spark of revolt in London's hall,
Virendra Nath, tormented the Gora, that was all.
Prithvi Singh, a noble name in the Raj,
Hardayal, spread the revolution's rage,
Pandit Kashi Ram, for freedom he was hanged,
Barkatullah, the Ghadar Party's fame expanded.
Mahendra Pratap, Kabul, Berlin remember,
Ghadar Party's leader, a fiery ember.
Ghadar Party's leader, Baba Sohan Singh Bakhna,
Sohan Lal Pathak, life's flame he gave,
Kartar Singh Saraba, his country he gave.
Reaching the Goras' camp, his message to share,
Though the Goras knew, he did not despair,
His hands in chains, but his spirit was strong,
"O dear life, this is the way to carry on,"
"Take this path, life's pain you'll know"
"In this service, you will go through the woes."

The noose embraced Veer Maratha Pingale's neck,
In the South, Chidambaram Pillai, did protect,
Pramadan Ji of Jhansi, and Paramanand of Lahore,
They took revolution's call, to America's shore,
Madan Kama, India's daughter's might,
Unfurled the flag, the first to bring light,
Ram Rakha, fast in the Andaman's hold,
He played with life, a story to be told,
Blessed is Ratnagiri, where Tilak was born,
"Swaraj is our birthright," the message sworn.
His pen, with Kesari and Maratha, woke the land,
Shook the foundations, the Parliament's stand,
Shiv Jayanti and Ganpati, in Maharashtra's heart,
With religion and freedom, a brand new start.
Dadabhai Naoroji, the nation's grand old man,
Formed the Congress, Swarajya's plan.
Vipin Chandra of Bengal, so full of fire,
Ignited freedom's flame, desire.
Remember Kishan Singh, the father of Bhagat,
His sacrifice, for freedom's sake, did act.
As the brave Ajit Singh, so fearless were they,
Bhagat Singh's uncles, the lions of Punjab they say,
Moradabad's soil, Sufi Amba Prasad gave,
A warrior who fought, against the English brave.
Remember the Fakir brothers, their sacrifice untold,
Who vowed to end the cruel reign, so bold,
Malka, where the color was on display,
Damodar and Balkishan, slipped away.

Damodar and Balkishan, boarded the train,
Balkishan shot, Damodar, the pain,
Gora officers couldn't catch them, so free,
Ganesh Darvid, the informer, you'll see.
Damodar was arrested, Ganesh Darvid.
Damodar was arrested, Ganesh Darvid.
Tilak, from the Gita, on the gallows, he trod,
The second brother, too, the end he sought,
The third brother, Vasudev, Ganesh he fought,
Death for death, a beloved now he’d be.
By such heroes' vows, by such heroes' vows,
Oh, countrymen, oh, countrymen,
Awake, oh nation, reclaim your land,
For which millions gave their hand.