Let the lament of this lonely bulbul pierce the hearts of all,Arouse the hearts of the sleeping, with this my clarion call.Transfused with fresh blood, a new compact of faith we'll sign.Let our hearts thirst again for a sip of the vintage wine.What if the pitcher be Persian, from Hejaz is the wine I serve.What if the song be Indian, it is Hejazi in its verve.

And even the Angels could not tell what was that voice so strange, Whose secret seemed to lie beyond Celestial wisdom’s range.

You tell us who were they who pulled down the gates of Khyber?Who were they that reduced the city that was the pride of Caesar?Fake gods that men had made, who did break and shatter?Who routed infidel armies and destroyed them with bloody slaughter?Who put out and made cold the 'sacred' flame in Iran?Who retold the story of the one God, Yazdan?

Would we have played with our lives for nothing but worldly gain? If our people had run after earth's goods and gold,Need they have smashed idols, and not idols sold?

Why must I forever lose, forever forgo profit that is my due,Sunk in the gloom of evenings past, no plans for the morrow pursue.Why must I all attentive be to the nightingale's lament?Friend, am I as dumb as a flower? Must I remain silent?My theme makes me bold, makes my tongue more eloquent.Dust be in my mouth, against Allah I make complaint.

The history of the preceding Muslim dynasties had taught Aurangzeb that the strength of Islam did not depend ... so much on the goodwill of the people of this land as on the strength of the ruling race.

O water of the river Ganges, thou rememberst the dayWhen our torrent flooded thy valleys...

China and Arabia are ours, India is ours,Muslims we are, the whole world is ours...

Our India is the best of all countries in the world.

Overflowing with the wine of Truth is the cup of IndiaAll philosophers of the Western world have acknowledged IndiaIt is the result of the elegant thinking of IndiansThat higher than the sky is the position of IndiaThis country has had many people of angelic dispositionOn whose account world renowned is the name of IndiaIndia is proud of the existence of RamaSpiritual people consider him prelate of IndiaThis alone is the miracle of this light of righteousnessThat brighter than world’s morning is the evening of IndiaHe was expert in sword craft, was unique in braveryWas matchless in piety and in the enthusiasm of love.