Camel trappings jingle, harp strings tingle
With a sweet voice mingle, underneath the stars
Singing, memories are bringing
Temple bells are ringing, calling me afar

Hindustan, my Hindustan, where we stopped to rest our tired caravan
Hindustan, my Hindustan, where the painted peacock proudly spreads his fan
Hindustan, my Hindustan, where the purple sunbird flashed across the sand
Hindustan, my Hindustan, where I met her and the world began

Shades of night are falling, nightingales are calling
Every heart enthralling, underneath the stars
Sighing, like the night wind dying
Soft my heart is crying for my love afar

Hindustan, my Hindustan, where we stopped to rest our tired caravan
Hindustan, my Hindustan, where the painted peacock proudly spreads his fan
Hindustan, my Hindustan, where the purple sunbird flashed across the sand
Hindustan, my Hindustan, where I met her and the world began