Mard marta hai toh apni aankhen tirange ki taraf karke marta hai ... aur yeh sochta hai ki phir se is desh ke liye kab pehda hoon

Hamara Hindustan zindabad tha, zindabad hai, aur zindabad rahega!

Leave my land or get thrown out

Ek sachche desh bhakt ko hum fauj se nikaal sakte hai ... lekin uske dil se desh bhakti nahi

Chahe hum mein ek waqt ki roti na mile, badan pe kapde na ho, sarr pe chatt na ho ... lekin jab desh ki aan ki baat aati hai ... tab hum jaan ki baazi laga dete hai

Saale apne khud ke desh mein ek sui nahin bana sakte ... aur hamara desh todne ka sapna dekhte hain

Aao jhuk kar salaam kare unhe jinke hisse mein yeh mukaam aata hai ... kis kadhar khush naseeb hai woh log ... khoon jinka watan ke kaam aata hai

Jis desh mein pehda hue ho tum, us desh ke agar tum bakht nahi ... nahi piya doodh maa ka tumne, aur baap ka tum mein rakht nahi

Tum doodh mangoge hum kheer denge ... tum Kashmir mangoge hum cheer denge

Main maut ko takiya, aur kafan ko chaadar banakar audhta hoon

Yeh Musalman ka khoon yeh Hindu ka khoon ... bata is mein Musalman ka kaunsa Hindu ka kaunsa, bata!

Woh kehte hai yeh tera desh nahi, phir kyun mere desh jaisa lagta hai ... woh kehta hai main us jaisa nahi, phir kyun mujh jaisa woh lagta hai

Har mazhab ka ehtram aur bardaash karne ki chahat hi ... aane waale Hindustan ko sunhera bana sakti hai

Ek Catholic aurat Pradhan Mantri ki kursi ek Sikh ke liye chod deti hai ... aur ek Sikh Pradhan Mantri pad ki shapath ek Muslim Rashtrapati se leta hai ... us desh ki bhag daud sambhalne ke liye jisme assi pratishad log Hindu hai

Maut ke mandiyon mein ja-jakar apne beto ki boliyan di hai ... desh ne jab bhi ek sar manga, humne bhar-bharke jholiyan di hai

Hum haath milana bhi jaante hai, haath ukhaadna bhi ... hum Gandhiji ko bhi poojte hai, Chandra Shekar Azad ko bhi ... main bhi pehle pyar se samjhata hoon, phir hathyar se

Desh se wafaadari kisi ek shaksh se gaddari se kahin zyada badhkar hoti hai

Mujhe states ke naam na sunai dete hai na dikhai dete hai ... sirf ek mulk ka naam sunai deta hai I-N-D-I-A

Tum log parivaar ke saath yahan chain se jeeo ... is liye hum log roz border par marte hai

Hum toh kisi doosre ki dharti par nazar bhi nahi dalte ... lekin itne nalayak bachche bhi nahi hai ... ki koi hamari dharti maa par nazar daale aur hum chup chap dekhte rahe