Bharat ki garib bitia,
Tujhe dekh
Mei rota hun,
Tu etana garib kyon?
Bharat ki garib bitia
Fatei-chitei kapado mei.
India's poor daughter,
After seeing you
Weep I,
Why are you so poor?
India's poor daughter child
In torn clothes, rags.
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