Ai mere vatan ke logo
tum khoob lagaa lo naaraa
Ye shubh din hai ham sab kaa
laharaa lo tirangaa pyaaraa
par mat bhoolo seemaa par
veero ne hai praan ganvaaye
kuch yaad unhe bhi kar
jo laut ke ghar na aaye
Ai mere vatan ke logon
zara aankh me bhar lo paanee
Jo shaheed hue hain unkee
zara yaad karo qurbaani.
Jab ghaayal huaa himaalay
khatre me paṛi aazaadee
Jab tak thi saans laṛe vo
phir apni laash bichhaa dee
Sangeen pe dhar kar maathaa
so gaye amar balidaanee
Jab desh me thee diwalee
vo khel rahe the holee
Jab ham baithe the gharo me
vo jhel rahe the goli
The dhanya javaan vo aapane
thi dhanya vo unaki javaani
Koi sikh koi jaat maraathaa
koi gurakha koi madaraasee
Sarahad pe maranevaalaa
har veer tha bhaaratavaasee
Jo khoon gira parvat par
vo khoon tha hindustaanee
Thi khoon se lath-path kaayaa
phir bhi bandook uthaake
Das-das ko ek ne maaraa
phir gir gaye hosh ganva ke
Jab ant-samay aaya to
kah gaye ke ab marate hai
Khush rahana desh ke pyaaron
ab ham to safar karate hain
kya log the vo deewane
kya log the vo abhimaani
Tum bhool na jaao unko
is liye kahi ye kahaani
Jo shaheed hue hain unkee
zara yaad karo qurbaani
jay hind jay hind ki senaa
jay hind, jay hind, jay hind
O my fellow country-people, let us rally with our slogan. This auspicious day is for us all. Hoist our beloved flag and let us remember our brave warriors, who left their lives at the border. Spare a thought for those who did not return home.
O my people, let your eyes fill with tears as we remember the sacrifice of those martyrs. Lest you forget, listen to this story.
When the Himalayas were attacked and our freedom was threatened, they fought to the end. They lay down their bodies and with their faces on their bayonets, those immortal martyrs went to sleep. Blessed were they, those young men, blessed was their youth.
As our country celebrated the Diwali and Holi festivals, they sacrificed themselves in the fire of Holi. While we were safe in our homes, they confronted the deadly bullets.
The Sikhs, Jaats, Marathas, Gurkhas and Madrasis – all those who died at the front, everyone belonged to India. The blood that was shed on the Himalayas, that blood was Indian.
Even though drenched in blood, they picked up their guns, and each killed ten men. Then they too fell unconscious. When the end came, they said, “We are dying now, be happy, beloved countrymen. We are going on our journey.” How wonderful were those warriors! How great were those people!
Do not forget them. Do not forget this story. Those martyrs who sacrificed their lives for our country. Victory to India.
Lata Mangeshkar; Written by Kavi Pradeep; Composer: C. Ramchandra 1963
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