Roshanara beti hai ek Musalman ki ... jisse pehchaan hai apne imaan ki ... pyar toh kya jaan tak loota doongi ... mujhe kasam hai apne Hindustan ki

Roshanara is a daughter of a Muslim ... who knows her faith ... forget love, I'll even give my life ... I swear on my India

Woh toh meri saanson mein hai, meri dhadkanon mein hai, meri aankhon mein hai, mere khwabon mein hai ... sach toh yeh hai ke mera dil unke paas hai aur unka dil mere paas

He is in my breathe, in my hearbeats, in my eyes, in my dreams ... the truth is that he has my heart and I have his heart

Woh khudgarz joh jung chahte hai unka kuch nahi jaata ... tabah toh woh log hote hai ... jinki subah roti ki talash mein shuru hoti hai aur raat thakaan ke bistar par

The selfish people who want a war don't lose anything ... but the people who start their day in search of food and their night on the bed of tiredness ... are the ones who get destroyed

Maut ka sadma toh insaan bardasht kar leta hai ... lekin jab koi apna kho jaata hai toh usse paane ki tadap ko bardasht nahi kar paata

A person can bear the trauma of death ... but he cannot bear the tormenting that he goes through in finding a loved one who is lost

Hamare liye sona hai hamare kheton mein leharti faslein ... apne bachche ke liye ek maa ki chaati mein umarti hui mamta ... bhai ke kalai ke liye ek behen ke rakhi ka pyar ... ek patni ke liye uski maang mein damakta sindoor ... pyar, mohabbat aur rishton ka yeh sona kabhi dokha nahi de sakta ... is liye Bharat sone ki chidiya tha, hai aur hamesha rahega

Gold for us is the growing crops in our fields ... the motherly love within a mother for her child ... the thread of sisterly love for her brother wrists ... the vermilion that is shining on a wife's forehead ... this gold of affection, love and relations will never betray us ... that's why India was, is and will always remain a golden bird