Dawn is not too away from the dark

Bound in shackles yet again

Of the vices that are my off springs

Seldom did I know

That the seeds of sweat and blood my freedom martyrs had sown

Would reap so much corruption and greed someday…

Today I am on the brink of collapse

As they divide me into portions of a meal

But would their hunger ever be satiated???

But each time an innocent little child salutes at my flag

The dreams in his eyes, take me back to that fresh breath of freedom

That I once experienced…

The sound of my anthem stirs up national spirits

And melodious praise of my youth…

The sounds of ‘Jaye He’, ‘Vande Matram’ and ‘Sare Jahan Se Acha, Hindustan Humara’ brim me with hopeful tears of glory…

And oh! The whiff of patriotism then…

It stirs my soul giving me hope

That the dawn is not too away from the dark

I wait for my freedom yet again…