Wake Up Mother

Wake up before the destruction

Wake up before the sublimation

Wake up wake up my nation.

It's for a long time you had to be crushed

Under the clatches of exotic forces.

You had be molested by

The claws of the lustful braces.

But now it's all past. It's true

They call you a third-world nation,

A country of slow development.

But what's the shame?

Nothing, nothing indeed. 

We know you are the glorious mother

Of thousand pure souls,

You are the repository of million years old

Philosophy, of the spiritual blows.

You are the beautiful land of

Himalayan and Vindhya ranges,

You are the heart of the holy Ganges.

You are India, our India,

You are pride of hundred twenty millions

You are the inner power of all the civilians.

Mother, wake up,

Wake up before another destruction

Wake up before another sublimation

Wake up wake up my nation.