ae mere watan ke logo, tum khub laga lo nara
ye shubh din hai ham sabka, lahra lo tiraga pyara
par mat bhulo seema par, viro ne hai pran ganvaye
kuchh yad unhe bhi kar lo, kuchh yad unhe bhi kar lo
jo laut ke ghar na aaye, jo laut ke ghar na aye

ae mere watan ke logo, zara ankh me bhar lo pani
jo shahid huye hai unki, zara yad karo qurbani
ae mere watan ke logo, zara ankh me bhar lo pani
jo shahid huye hai unki, zara yad karo qurbani
tum bhul na jao unko, ishliye suno ye kahani
jo shahid hue hai unki, zara yad karo qurbani

jab ghayal hua himalay, khatare me padi azadi
jab tak thi sans lade vo,
jab tak thi sans lade vo, phir apani lash bichha di
sagin pe dhar kar matha, so gaye amar balidani
jo shahid huye hai unki, zara yad karo qurbani

jab desh me thi divali, vo khel rahe the holi
jab ham baithe the gharo me, vo jhel rahe the goli
the dhanya javan vo apne, thi dhanya vo unki javani
jo shahid hue hai unki, zara yad karo qurbani

koi sikh koi jat maratha, koi sikh koi jat maratha
koi gurkha koi madrasi, koi gurkha koi madrasi
sarahad pe maranevala,
sarahad pe maranevala, har vir tha bharatvasi
jo khun gira parvat par, wo khun tha hidustani
jo shahid hue hai unki, zara yad karo qurbani

thi khun se lath-path kaya, phir bhi banduk uthake
das-das ko ek ne mara, phir gir gaye hosh ganva ke
jab ant-samay aya to
jab ant-samay aya to, kah gaye ke ab marate hai
khush rahna desh ke pyaro
khush rahna desh ke pyaro, ab ham to safar karte hai
ab ham to safar karte hai
kya log the vo divane, kya log the vo abhimani
jo shahid hue hai unki, zara yad karo qurbani

tum bhul na jao unko, ishliye kahi ye kahani
jo shahid hue hai unki, zara yad karo qurbani
jai hind jai hind ki sena
jai hind jai hind ki sena
jai hind, jai hind, jai hind

O, people of my nation, raise your voices high,
For this auspicious day is ours, beneath a vibrant sky.
Unfurl the tricolor, let it dance and wave with grace,
But do not, do not forget the heroes of this place.
Remember those who perished on the battle's cruel terrain,
Remember those who did not return to home again.

O, people of my nation, let tears well in your eye,
For those who are martyred, their sacrifice runs nigh.
Remember their devotion, their valor, and their strife,
For those who are martyred, remember them in life.
So you will not forget them, let this tale now unfold,
For those who are martyred, their stories must be told.

When the Himalayas bled, and freedom faced its test,
They fought until their final breath, put to the ultimate rest.
They laid their bodies down, a shield against the night,
They slept upon their bayonets, those heroes of the light.
For those who are martyred, remember their hard fight.

While Diwali lit our homes, they played a different game,
While we were safe and sheltered, they faced the bullet's flame.
Blessed were those brave soldiers, blessed was their youthful prime,
For those who are martyred, remember them through time.

A Sikh, a Jat, a Maratha, their blood flowed on the ground,
A Gurkha, a Madrasi, where valor could be found.
Each hero, at the border, gave their all and did their part,
The blood that stained the mountains, was of an Indian heart.
For those who are martyred, remember their hard fight.

Their bodies drenched in crimson, yet they raised their guns so high,
Ten foes they struck down fiercely, then fell beneath the sky.
As their final moments neared, with fading breath they said,
"We are going now, dear country, though we are now dead."
"Be joyous, my beloved, as we now take our leave,"
"We go on now, to the journey we must not deceive."
What men of burning passion, what pride did they proclaim,
For those who are martyred, remember their hard fight.

So you will not forget them, this story has been told,
For those who are martyred, their valor must unfold.
Hail, India, hail the army,
Hail, India, hail the army,
Hail India, hail India, hail!