The Indian Anthem

The best land in the world is our India; We are its nightingales; this is our garden.

If we are in exile, our heart resides in our homeland. Understand that we are also where our heart is

That is the highest mountain, the neighbour of the sky; It is our sentry; it is our watchman.

In its lap play thousands of streams, And the gardens that flourish because of them are the envy of Paradise.

Oh, waters of the river Ganges! Do you remember those days? Those days when our caravan halted on your bank?

Religion does not teach us to be enemies with each other: We are Indians, our homeland is our India.

Greece, Egypt and Byzantium have all been erased from the world. But our fame and banner still remain.

It is something to be proud of that our existence is never erased, Though the passing of time for centuries has always been our enemy.

Iqbal! No-one in this world has ever known your secret. Does anyone know the pain I feel inside me?