bazaro me hota hai jab
mehnat ka nilaam
kha jati hai ummedo ki
subah ko, noch ke sham
apna sa munh leke
rah jate hai sabhi armaa
le jate hai lut ke
mehnat ki punji dhanwan

dil ke armaa ghut ke
o dil ke armaa ghut ke
rah jate hai dil ke ander
jivan ka anmol khazana
hai dharti ke ander
hum hai kisaan
hum hai kisaan
hum hai kisaan
o hum hai kisaan

In markets, where labor's worth is sold,
Dawn's promise, by evening, is cruelly told.
Hopes are devoured, the future denied,
Leaving dreams shattered, nowhere to hide.
All aspirations, their faces downcast,
While wealth's greedy hands, the earnings amassed.

The heart's longings choke, they suffocate and wane,
Held captive within, a silent, endless pain.
Life's precious treasures, hidden deep below,
Within the earth's embrace, where seeds softly grow.
We are the farmers, tilling the land,
We are the farmers, with calloused hand,
We are the farmers, steadfast and true,
Oh, we are the farmers, forever with you.