My country India

Should I bow to you or to your river, forest?

My beloved country! Should I bow to the body or the mind?

Who should I bow to India? To whom shall I bow?

Triangle inscribed on the map of the earth, what are you?

Don't you have a firm imagination of a male's cannibalism?

The knower of secrets, the knower of secrets,

My dear country! No, you are stone, water is water,

Should I bow to some conscious hidden in inertia?

India is not the speaker of the place,

The quality is of a particular male,

Not of a country,

The modesty is of the whole world ,

Wherever the strings of two hearts are connecting, those people who are

Those people who are turning the world's speed towards friendship are dissolving,

Those who are losing love and chemistry in the stream of life,

Such people are called the soul-bonds between country and country.

I bow to you!

Arise, wherever the sound of peace is yours, India, the tone is yours,

In whatever tax is yours,

That man is yours, the heroic one,

Who comes to stand in the way of truth,

Goes to lay down his life for some justice.

I bow to you!