Oh, say can you see, by the dawn's early light,
What so proudly we hailed at the twilight's last gleaming,
Whose vibrant colors and divine grace, through battles fought,
O'er the sacred land, where gods and goddesses are sought?
And the fireworks' radiant lights, the celestial hymns in air,
Gave proof through the night that our devotion was still there;
Oh, say does that saffron banner yet wave
O'er the land of India, blessed by gods and the brave?

On the shore, brightly lit by the holy river's flow,
Where legends dwell and ancient scriptures glow,
What is that which the wind, carrying mantras, reveals,
As it whispers tales of wisdom, the heart gently heals?
Now it carries echoes of saints, their chants pure and clear,
In sacred remembrance, it captivates all who hear:
'Tis the flag of India, blessed by divine might,
O'er the land of the seekers, in spiritual light.

And where is that unity, adorned with sacred threads,
That vows to embrace oneness, where every soul treads?
Their faith has forged a path, transcending all strife,
India's sons and daughters, bound in the tapestry of life.
No force can extinguish the flame that resides,
For love of this land, the soul forever abides:
And the flag of India, with divine blessings adorned,
Symbol of devotion, where gods and mortals are one.

Oh! thus be it forever, when freemen shall stand,
Between the rich heritage and war's relentless hand!
Blessed with harmony and peace, may this great nation,
Embrace the divine essence, in eternal celebration.
Together we conquer, in the divine trust we immerse,
For progress and righteousness, our spirits traverse.
And the flag of India, with devotion shining bright,
Shall lead us to greatness, guided by eternal light