aao bachcho tumhe dikhaye jhanki hindustaan ki
is miti se tilak karo ye dharti hai balidaan ki
vande mataram vande mataram vande mataram
aao bachcho tumhe dikhaye jhanki hindustaan ki
is miti se tilak karo ye dharti hai balidaan ki
vande mataram vande mataram vande mataram

ye hai apna rajputana naaz ise talwaaro pe
isne apna jeevan kaata dharti cheer kataaro pe
ye pratap ka watan pala hai aazadi ke naaro se
kud padi thi yaha hazaro padminiya aangaro pe
bol rahi hai kan kan se kurbani rajisthan ki
is miti se tilak karo ye dharti hai balidaan ki
vande mataram vande mataram vande mataram

dekho mulk maratho ka ye yaha shivaji dola tha
muglo ki takt ko jisne talwaro pe tola tha
har parwat pe aag lagi thi har pathar ek shola tha
boli har har mahadave ki baccha baccha bola tha
sher shivaji ne rakhi thi laaj hamare shaan ki
is miti se tilak karo ye dharti hai balidaan ki
vande mataram vande mataram vande mataram

jaliyawala baag ye dekho yahi chali thi goliya
ye mat pucho kisne kheli yaha khun ki holiya
ek taraf bandooke tan tan ek taraf thi toliya
marne wale bol rahe the inqlaab ki boliya
yaha laga di behno ne bhi bazi apni jaan ki
is miti se tilak karo ye dharti hai balidaan ki
vande mataram vande mataram vande mataram

aao bachcho tumhe dikhaye jhanki hindustaan ki
is miti se tilak karo ye dharti hai balidaan ki
vande mataram vande mataram vande mataram

Come, children, let us witness India's soul,
Anoint yourselves with earth, this soil of sacrifice,
*Vande Mataram, Vande Mataram, Vande Mataram, Vande Mataram*
Come, children, let us witness India's soul,
Anoint yourselves with earth, this soil of sacrifice,
*Vande Mataram, Vande Mataram, Vande Mataram, Vande Mataram*

Behold, the pride of Rajputana, forged on swords,
Whose lifeblood stained the earth in battle's chords,
Here, Pratap's land, where freedom's cries arose,
And thousands of Padminis leaped to fiery woes.
Each grain of sand whispers Rajasthan's lore,
Anoint yourselves with earth, this soil of sacrifice,
*Vande Mataram, Vande Mataram, Vande Mataram, Vande Mataram*

Behold the land of Marathas, where Shivaji strode,
Whose blades weighed Mughal power, a heavy load,
Each mountain breathed with fire, each stone a burning pyre,
"Har Har Mahadev" thundered, fueled by fire,
Shivaji, the lion, guarded our honor's decree,
Anoint yourselves with earth, this soil of sacrifice,
*Vande Mataram, Vande Mataram, Vande Mataram, Vande Mataram*

Behold Jallianwala Bagh, where bullets rained,
Ask not who played the Holi with crimson stained.
On one side, guns that roared, on the other, a meager band,
The dying whispered of revolution, across the land,
Here sisters too, their lives they cast aside with grace,
Anoint yourselves with earth, this soil of sacrifice,
*Vande Mataram, Vande Mataram, Vande Mataram, Vande Mataram*

Come, children, let us witness India's soul,
Anoint yourselves with earth, this soil of sacrifice,
*Vande Mataram, Vande Mataram, Vande Mataram, Vande Mataram*