In the soft embrace of dawn's tender grace,Your call, an endless echo, a sacred space,Hindu, Buddhist, Sikh, Jain, Parsi, Muslim, Christian,In unity they stand, their faiths in fusion.From East to West, they journey with hearts aglow,To your noble throne, their devotion they bestow,They weave a tapestry of love, colors entwine,A symphony of souls, in unity's design.Oh, you, the weaver of unity's grand tale,Jana-Gana-Aikya-Vidhaayak, they hail,To the dispenser of India's destiny, they sing,Victory be to you, unity's eternal spring.

In the soft embrace of dawn's tender grace,

Your call, an endless echo, a sacred space,

Hindu, Buddhist, Sikh, Jain, Parsi, Muslim, Christian,

In unity they stand, their faiths in fusion.

From East to West, they journey with hearts aglow,

To your noble throne, their devotion they bestow,

They weave a tapestry of love, colors entwine,

A symphony of souls, in unity's design.

Oh, you, the weaver of unity's grand tale,

Jana-Gana-Aikya-Vidhaayak, they hail,

To the dispenser of India's destiny, they sing,

Victory be to you, unity's eternal spring.