The rulers of the minds of all people art thee,
Thou Dispenser of India's destiny.
Thy name rouses the hearts of the Punjab, Sind, Gujarat, and the Maratha,
Of the Dravid, Bengal and the Orissa;
In the hills of the Vindhyas and Himalayas echoes it,
In the music of the Yamuna an Ganga mingles it
And is chanted by the waves of the sea.
They pray for thy blessings and sing praise of thee.
The saving of all people waits in thy hand,
Thou Dispenser of India's destiny,
Victory, victory, victory to thee.
~ A translation modified to make it a flower.
Thou Dispenser of India's destiny.
Thy name rouses the hearts of the Punjab, Sind, Gujarat, and the Maratha,
Of the Dravid, Bengal and the Orissa;
In the hills of the Vindhyas and Himalayas echoes it,
In the music of the Yamuna an Ganga mingles it
And is chanted by the waves of the sea.
They pray for thy blessings and sing praise of thee.
The saving of all people waits in thy hand,
Thou Dispenser of India's destiny,
Victory, victory, victory to thee.
~ A translation modified to make it a flower.
