tu kahe maharashtar tera, wo kahe gujrat mera
ek ka punjab ghar hai, ek ka madrash dera
aag me jalta bihar, josh me bangal hai
us taraf dekho ke sarhad par khada bhochal hai

mat karo tukde watan ke mat bano fir se gulam
ek dil hum ek lahu hum, ek hamari subah sham
rang kitne hi hamare ek magar taswir hai
jo hame bandhe wo dhaga hai nahi zanzeer hai
ye dharti hindustan ki, ye dharti hindustan ki
ye dharti hindustan ki
ye dharti hindustan ki, ye dharti hindustan ki
ye dharti hindustan ki, ye dharti hindustan ki
na meri hai na teri hai beti kisi kisan ki
ye dharti hindustan ki, ye dharti hindustan ki

gujrati ya sikh, marathi, bangali ya madrashi
jo bhi ho tum bad me ho pehle ho bharat wasi
geeta ke bando sang guje aa ik baat kuran ki
geeta ke bando sang guje aa ik baat kuran ki
ye dharti hindustan ki, ye dharti hindustan ki
na meri hai na teri hai beti kisi kisan ki
ye dharti hindustan ki, ye dharti hindustan ki

deta hai aawaz himalay ganga tumhe bulati hai
tum wo hasti jise dekh kar maut ko bhi maut aati hai
pujan karo watan ki mitti surat hai bhagwan ki
pujan karo watan ki mitti surat hai bhagwan ki
ye dharti hindustan ki, ye dharti hindustan ki
na meri hai na teri hai beti kisi kisan ki
ye dharti hindustan ki, ye dharti hindustan ki

dekho ghar ke hi chirag se ghar me aag na lag jaye
taj, ajanta ke aangan me chor na koi ghus jaye
ek bano ghar do darar is tute hue makan ki
ek bano ghar do darar is tute hue makan ki
ye dharti hindustan ki, ye dharti hindustan ki
na meri hai na teri hai beti kisi kisan ki
ye dharti hindustan ki, ye dharti hindustan ki
na meri hai na teri hai beti kisi kisan ki
ye dharti hindustan ki, ye dharti hindustan ki

You claim Maharashtra, I claim Gujarat's breast,
One calls Punjab home, another Madras their rest.
Bihar burns in flames, Bengal with fervent call,
See, at the border's edge, a seismic fall.

Do not fragment the land, nor become slaves anew,
One heart, one iron will, one dawn we pursue.
Though colors abound, a single portrait we find,
The thread that binds us is love, not a chain that confined.
This earth is Hindustan's, this earth we share,
This earth is Hindustan's, beyond compare.
This earth is Hindustan's, a truth so deep,
This earth is Hindustan's, secrets to keep.
Not mine, not yours, but the farmer's child's to reap,
This earth is Hindustan's, while the nations sleep.

Gujarati or Sikh, Marathi, Bengali's grace,
Or Madras's sons, you are Bharat's embrace.
Let the Gita's chants with Quran's words entwine,
Let the Gita's chants with Quran's truth align.
This earth is Hindustan's, where dreams take flight,
Not mine, not yours, but the farmer's guiding light,
This earth is Hindustan's, pure and bright.

Himalaya calls, the Ganga flows to you,
You are the laughter that death itself must rue.
Worship the soil, the image of God above,
Worship the soil, the image of love.
This earth is Hindustan's, in every beat,
Not mine, not yours, the farmer's weary feet,
This earth is Hindustan's, oh so sweet.

See, let not the home's lamp set the home aflame,
Lest thieves defile the Taj, the Ajanta's name.
Unite, mend the cracks in this fractured domain,
Unite, mend the cracks, erase the pain.
This earth is Hindustan's, forever it will be,
Not mine, not yours, for all the world to see,
This earth is Hindustan's, eternally free.
Not mine, not yours, but the farmer's destiny,
This earth is Hindustan's, for you and me.