Sare jahan se accha hindostan hamara
Hum bulbulain hai iss ki yeh gulsitan hamara
Sare jahan se accha
Ghurbat men hon agar ham rahta hai dil vatan men
Samjho vahin hamen bhi dil hain jahan hamara
Parbat voh sab se uncha hamsaya asman ka
Voh santari hamara voh pasban hamara
Godi men khelti hain is ki hazaron nadiya
Gulshan hai jin ke dam se rashk-e-janan hamara
Aye ab raud ganga voh din hen yad tujhko
Utara tere kinare jab karvan hamara
Mazhab nahin sikhata apas men bayr rakhna
Hindvi hai ham vatan hai hindostan hamara
Yunan o misr o roma sab mil gaye jahan se
Ab tak magar hai baqi nam o nishan hamara
Kuch bat hai keh hasti milati nahin hamari
Sadiyon raha hai dushman daur e zaman hamara
Iqbal koi meharam apna nahin jahan men
Malum kya kisi ko dard e nihan hamara
Better than the entire world is our Hind,
We are its nightingales, and it (is) our garden abode
If we are in an alien place, the heart remains in the homeland,
Know us to be only there where our heart is.
That tallest mountain, that shade-sharer of the sky,
It (is) our sentry, it (is) our watchman
In its lap where frolic thousands of rivers,
Whose vitality makes our garden the envy of Paradise.
O the flowing waters of the Ganga, do you remember that day
When our caravan first disembarked on your waterfront?
Religion does not teach us to bear animosity among ourselves
We are of Hind, our homeland is Hindustan.
In a world in which ancient Greece, Egypt, and Rome have all vanished
Our own attributes (name and sign) live on today.
There is something about our existence for it doesn’t get wiped
Even though, for centuries, the time-cycle of the world has been our enemy.
Iqbal! We have no confidant in this world
What does anyone know of our hidden pain?