bade chalo biradaro kisi se mat daro
agar ho mot samne us se mukabla karo
kisi se mat daro chalo biradaro

dolat ne pasine ko aaj laat hai maari
hargij na rukegi ab hadtal hamari
dolat ne pasine ko aaj laat hai maari
hargij na rukegi ab hadtal hamari

aaye hamare samne jisme bhi ho taakat
zulmo ke hai khilaf ye mehnat ki bagaawat
jag me kabhi majdur ne
jag me kabhi majdur ne bazi nahi haari
hargij na rukegi ab hadtal hamari
dolat ne pasine ko aaj laat hai maari
hargij na rukegi ab hadtal hamari

ab aayi hai aayi hai insaf ki baari
dolat ne pasine ko aaj laat hai maari
hargij na rukegi ab hadtal hamari
dolat ne pasine ko aaj laat hai maari
hargij na rukegi ab hadtal hamari

ab aayi hai aayi hai insaf ki baari
zamana ja chuka paise ke shikari
ab aayi hai aayi hai insaf ki baari
har julm ko har julm ko
lagayenge hum chot karari
hargij na rukegi ab hadtal hamari
dolat ne pasine ko aaj lat hai mari
hargij na rukegi ab hadtal hamari
dolat ne pasine ko aaj laat hai mari
hargij na rukegi ab hadtal hamari

Brothers, march forth, fear no single soul,
If death should greet us, embrace the whole.
Fear no one, brothers, onward we stride,
Wealth has scorned sweat, cast it aside.
Our strike shall not cease, its flame will abide,
Wealth has scorned sweat, cast it aside.
Our strike shall not cease, its flame will abide.

Before us, those with power displayed,
Against injustice, our labor is swayed.
In this world, the worker's cause,
In this world, the worker's cause,
Has never lost, by righteous laws.
Our strike shall not cease, its flame will abide,
Wealth has scorned sweat, cast it aside.
Our strike shall not cease, its flame will abide.

Now justice dawns, its moment near,
Wealth has scorned sweat, fueled by fear.
Our strike shall not cease, its flame will abide,
Wealth has scorned sweat, cast it aside.
Our strike shall not cease, its flame will abide.

Now justice dawns, its moment here,
The age of money's hunters, disappears.
Now justice dawns, its moment here,
To every wrong, to every wrong,
A blow of strength, where we belong.
Our strike shall not cease, its flame will abide,
Wealth has scorned sweat, cast it aside.
Our strike shall not cease, its flame will abide.
Wealth has scorned sweat, cast it aside.
Our strike shall not cease, its flame will abide.