Three hues unfurled, a wheel in spin,
Watered by forebears, deep within.
A dream was spun on the turning wheel,
My homeland, Hindustan, does appeal.
It calls, oh, listen,
It calls, listen.
A dream.
This dream is fragile, fragile and frail,
It begs for protection, beyond the veil.
Hope stands waiting, whispers low,
"Oh, India, Shaper of Destiny, arise, let your eyes glow!"
By earth and sky, I bid thee rise,
Hold the hand of homeland, reach for the skies.
A dream was spun on the turning wheel,
My homeland, Hindustan, does appeal.
It calls, oh, listen,
It calls, listen.
A dream.
Your land lies wounded, pleading low,
Time stands waiting, a judge to bestow.
The choice is yours, the path to be,
Where will the road of destiny free?
Punjab, Sindh, Gujarat, Maharashtra, Dravida, Utkala, Bengal, arise!
Sing the song of victory, to the skies!
Oh, India, Shaper of Destiny, arise!
That dream was spun on the turning wheel,
My homeland, Hindustan, does appeal.
It calls, oh, listen,
It calls, listen.
Oh, India, Shaper of Destiny, arise, let your eyes glow!
By earth and sky, I bid thee rise,
Hold the hand of homeland, reach for the skies.
Punjab, Sindh, Gujarat, Maharashtra, Dravida, Utkala, Bengal, arise!
Sing the song of victory, to the skies!
Oh, India, Shaper of Destiny, arise!
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