tak dina din mar lapad, phad chhapad chhat pyare
na sune bat koi haath hai or lat pyare
tak dina din mar lapad, phad chhapad chhat pyare
na sune bat koi haath hai or lat pyare
apun kabhi na akela akela akela
nach magar kat magar noch hame khana
bharat mata ki, bharat mata ki
tum jai bolo jai bharat mata ki jai
bharat mata ki, bharat mata ki
tum jai bolo jai bharat mata ki jai
sone ki chidiya, dengu maleriya
gud bhi hai, gobar bhi bharat mata ki jai

tak dina din ham hain sarkari hathiyar pyare
koi kare abad, etraj gaya bhad pyare
fir na kehna, are pichhe hi rahna
kasam ye khai hai, shehar sanghai hai
jo hamne kahi rule wahi
bharat mata ki, bharat mata ki
tum jai bolo jai bharat mata ki jai
bharat mata ki, bharat mata ki
tum jai bolo jai bharat mata ki jai
sone ki chidiya, dengu maleriya
gud bhi hai, gobar bhi bharat mata ki jai

mangta hai hame chanda abhi hame suraj abhi bolo kya doge
dhanda ye agar chanda nahi donation sahi bolo kya doge
nach magar kat magar noch hame khana
khad ke don shutter hame jannat banana
aana jana game bajana, hey bharat mata ki jai
sone ki chidiya, dengu maleriya
gud bhi hai, gobar bhi bharat mata ki jai
bharat mata ki, bharat mata ki
tum jai bolo jai bharat mata ki jai
bharat mata ki, bharat mata ki
tum jai bolo jai bharat mata ki jai

A relentless drum of days, a slap upon the cheek,
Tearing open the roof, dear heart, speak!
A relentless drum of days, a slap upon the cheek,
Ignoring all counsel, only fists and kicks speak.
I am never alone, alone, alone,
Dance, but also tear, also consume.
Of Mother India, of Mother India,
You sing praise, hail Mother India!
Of Mother India, of Mother India,
You sing praise, hail Mother India!
A golden bird, yet dengue and malaria,
There is sweetness, and there is dung, hail Mother India!

A relentless drum, we are the government's arms, dear ones,
Let others build, objections go to hell, dear ones.
Then do not say, stay behind, remain,
This is the oath, this is Shanghai town.
The rules we set, so it will be,
Of Mother India, of Mother India,
You sing praise, hail Mother India!
Of Mother India, of Mother India,
You sing praise, hail Mother India!
A golden bird, yet dengue and malaria,
There is sweetness, and there is dung, hail Mother India!

Now we crave the moon, and then the sun, tell us what you'll give?
If trade is not the answer, donations it must be, tell us what you'll give?
Dance, but also tear, also consume.
Erect two shutters, let us make a paradise here!
To come and go, play the game, hail Mother India!
A golden bird, yet dengue and malaria,
There is sweetness, and there is dung, hail Mother India!
Of Mother India, of Mother India,
You sing praise, hail Mother India!
Of Mother India, of Mother India,
You sing praise, hail Mother India!