Once that land delighted
But caught in storm,
Where thousands battled
to save their native home;
When clouds of slavery
started to hover,
and greenhorns betrayed
guests became robbers;

The holy soil was looted
and was crushed more,
And the voice of their spirits
rose from their core;
Even evil enforced
to shut their mouths,
Instead the tortures
made them shout;

Women's cries
and wailings of pain,
For their hanged
and dead men;
became the song
of zeal and dare,
which overcame walls
and has spread everywhere;
Their unity thus shaped
and faced the free light,
Defeated was their enemy
after the trials of days and nights;
Everywhere has spread again
the fresh air of delight,
And again from that moment
My India became "The Independent Kite".