Bharatmata ki azaadi ki raah mein khaye huye zakhm ... zakhm nahi hai ... phoolon ke haar hai

The wounds received in the path of India's independence ... are not wounds ... they are a garland of flowers

Watan ka jazba har jazbe se buland hota hai ... bhai, behan, maa, baap aur har jazbe se buland

The love for your country is the greatest love ... it's bigger than the love of a brother, a sister, a mother, a father and bigger than any other love

Pachtave ka har aansoon ... ek lambi dua ke barabar hai

Every teardrop of remorse ... is equal to a long prayer