We were in a great fury
When all Whites felt sorry
When world was sleeping,
India was born.
Pak was seeping
The map was torn
Many suffered, no doubt
We are hinds, we are proud
Hind flourished from year to year
Now voice of NAMO, world can hear
A secular nation, Happiness Around
We are hinds, we are proud
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Great nationalistic feeling the poem expresses!