maan tujhe salaam maan tujhe salaam
maan tujhe salaam maan tujhe salaam
vade maataram vade maataram vade maataram vade vade
baandh kafan apane sar par ham dekho vir javaan chale
o maan o maan
baandh kafan apane sar par ham dekho vir javaan chale
ek tirage ke pichhe ye saaraa hindustaan chale
maan tujhe salaam

ho ho
naa taqarir se naa taqaraar se
fatah milati hai to sirf talagaar se
to bolo naaraa-e-taqabir
allaah ho akabar vade vade

jaan hatheli par rakhakar ham apanaa sinaa taan chale
o maan o maan
jaan hatheli par rakhakar ham apanaa sinaa taan chale
hansate bhaarat maan ham tujhape ho qurabaan chale
maan tujhe salaam
vade vade

bhaarat maan ke vir nahi kam banake ham tufaan chale
o maan o maan
bhaarat maan ke vir nahi kam banake ham tufaan chale
ek tirage ke pichhe ye saaraa hindustaan chale
maan tujhe salaam
vade vade

rukanaa kabhi sikhaa nahi
jukanaa hame aataa nahi
jab tak hai jaa jab tak hai dam
badhate rahege apane kadam
himmat hai jo to rok le
dhamaki se ham darate nahi
apanaa lahu kahataa hai ye
ham vir hai marate nahi

phuk daalo dushmano ko kaat daalo in saalo ko
aaj apane khun se ham dho_enge tere charan

maan tujhe salaam
har har mahaadev

deh shivaa var mohe ihe
shubh karaman te kabahu naa tarau
na daro arsau jab jaa_i larau nisachai kar apani jit karo
jit karo jit karo jit karo
vade vade
vaahe guru ji kaa khaalasaa
vaahe guru ji ki fatah

Mother, I salute you, Mother, I salute you.
Mother, I salute you, Mother, I salute you.
We bow to the Mother, we bow to the Mother, we bow to the Mother, we bow.
Bound in shrouds, upon our heads, see us, brave young soldiers, march.
Oh Mother, oh Mother.
Bound in shrouds, upon our heads, see us, brave young soldiers, march.
Behind the tricolor, all of Hindustan moves.
Mother, I salute you.

Ho ho.
Not through speeches, nor through arguments,
Victory is gained only through the blade.
So, chant the cry of Takbir,
Allah is the Greatest, we bow.

Placing life upon our palms, we stride, chests held high.
Oh Mother, oh Mother.
Placing life upon our palms, we stride, chests held high.
Smiling, O Mother India, we are sacrificed for you.
Mother, I salute you.
We bow.

India’s heroes are not few, we rise as a storm.
Oh Mother, oh Mother.
India’s heroes are not few, we rise as a storm.
Behind the tricolor, all of Hindustan moves.
Mother, I salute you.
We bow.

Never have we learned to halt,
Never do we know how to yield.
As long as life remains, as long as breath endures,
We will continue to advance our steps.
If you have the courage, then try to stop us.
We do not fear threats.
Our blood proclaims this,
We are warriors, we do not die.

Burn the enemies to ashes, cut down these bastards.
Today, with our blood, we will wash your feet.

Mother, I salute you.
Har Har Mahadev.

Grant me this, O God.
May I never stray from good deeds.
Fear not, when I go to war, I shall assuredly gain victory.
Victory, Victory, Victory.
We bow.
The Pure Khalsa belongs to God.
Victory to God.