[Verse 1: A. R. Rahman & Suchi]
Where the mind is without fear, and the head is held high
Where knowledge is free, where the world has not been broken up
Into fragments by the tireless efforts of men
Where the clear stream of reason and thoughts
Has not lost its way into the dreary desert sand
Of lowly habits and deeds
Where the velour is not divided in 1000 different streams
Where all the deeds, emotions are blissful given by you
My father, strike the sleeping India without mercy
So that she may awaken into such a heaven