Текст и перевод песни Sri Madhumitha - Saare Jahaan Se Achchaa

Saare Jahaan Se Achchaa

Sare jahan se accha hindostan hamarahum bulbulain hai is ki, yeh

Gulsitan hamaraghurbat men hon agar ham, rahta hai dil
Vatanmensamjho vahin hamen bhi, dil hain jahan hamaraparbat

Voh sab se uncha, hamsaya asman kavoh santari hamara,
Voh pasban hamaragodi men khelti hain is ki hazaron nadiyagulshan hai jin ke dam se,
Rashk-e-janan hamaraaye ab, raud, ganga, voh din hen yad tujhkoutara tere kinare, jab karvan hamaramaz'hab nahin sikhata apas men bayr rakhnahindvi hai ham, vatan hai hindostan hamarayunan-o-misr-o-roma,
Sab mil gaye jahan seab tak magar hai baqi,
Nam-o-nishan hamarakuch bat hai keh hasti, milati nahin hamarisadiyon raha hai dushman, daur-e-zaman hamaraiqbal ko'i meharam, apna nahin jahan menm'alum kya kisi ko, dard-e-nihan hamarasare jahan se accha hindostan hamaraham bulbulain hai is ki, yeh gulsitan hamara

Saare Jahaan Se Achchaa

Better than all the world is our Hindustan, We are its nightingales, and it is our garden abode. If we are in exile, our heart still resides in the homeland.

Consider that we too, have our hearts where our homes are. That mountain, the highest of them all, is our celestial sentinel.
Thousands of rivers play in its lap, and from their flow comes our lifeblood.

Oh, the rivers, the Ganges, and the streams, those days are etched in my memory! When our caravan traveled along your banks. Religion does not teach us to bear animosity amongst ourselves.
We are Indians, and India is our homeland. Greece, Egypt, and Rome, all have blended into the world. Yet our name and mark remain.
There is something about our existence that is unmatched. Our enemies have endured for centuries, as has our epoch. No one in the world knows my concealed sorrow.
Better than all the world is our Hindustan, We are its nightingales, and it is our garden abode.
Fate has not been kind to us. No place in the world feels like our own.