Har har janam – وٺي هر هر جنم وربو

Waves rising in the Sindhu river, that is all we desire
The poor bathing in the Sindhu, that is all we desire
We’ve lived in misery for ages now, my Lord
Let waves rise in the Sindhu now, that is all we desire

In every age, we will return

My love, on the banks of Sindhu we will meet
When the darkness passes, on that full moon night we will meet

This long, relentless war of ours, we will champion like stallions wild
The enemy will die at last – on that scented day we will meet

The martyrs of our land have done us a million favours
On their altars crimson-soiled, we will meet

In Europe, or Lebanon, wherever men are killed,
In the midst of their massacred wishes, we will meet

Again the rains will come, these barren lands will wash again
Again the people will dance, in these rains we will meet

In every age, my love, on the banks of Sindhu we will meet

Translated by Asad Alvi