ترانہء ہندي

Better than the whole world is this India of ours. We are its nightingales; it is the garden of ours.

If we are in foreign lands our hearts think of the homeland; consider us present where this heart of ours is present.

The highest mountain, touching the sky; it is our sentinel, it is our watchman.*

Thousands of rivers are playing in its lap are playing which make this garden of ours to be the world’s envy.

O, The River Ganga’s waters! Do you remember the day when our caravan landed at your banks.*

Religion does not teach hostility with each other, we are Indians, India is our homeland.

Greece, Egypt, Rome are all extinct from the world, but our renown and fame have continued so far.

There is some secret that our existence is not effaced; for centuries time's vicissitudes have been our foe.

Iqbal! In the world there is no confidante of ours: How would anyone know the hidden pathos of ours.*