Lakh baando tum hum mein zanjeer se ... waqt par niklenge phir bhi teer se

No matter how much you tie me in shackles ... I will still come out as an arrow on time

Yeh jitne ghaav hai seene pe, sab phoolon ke ghuche hai ... hum mein pagal hi rehne de, hum pagal hi achche hai

The wounds that I have on my chest, are all bouquets of flowers ... let me remain mad, I am better of being mad

Is ghulam Hindustan mein agar meri shaadi hui ... toh sirf maut se hogi ... aur mere baraati honge is watan ki aan mein kurbaan hone waale shaheed

If I get married in this enslaved India ... then I will get married only to death ... and the martyrs who have sacrificed their life for the pride of this country will be in my wedding procession

Bhook mazboot se mazboot aadmi ko todh deti hai

Hunger can break the strongest of the strongest person

Marna toh ek din hum sabko hi hai ... lekin maut aaisi ho jise sab yaad rakhe

We all have to die one day ... but the death should be something that everyone remembers

Yahan insaaf nahi hone waala ... yahan sirf jhoot kaha jayega, jhoot suna jayega aur jhoot likha jayega

There is not going to be any justice done here ... here only the lies will be said, the lies will be heard and the lies will be written

Yeh jitne ghaav hai seene pe, sab phoolon ke ghuche hai ... hum mein pagal hi rehne de, hum pagal hi achche hai

The wounds that I have on my chest, are all bouquets of flowers ... let me remain mad, I am better of being mad

Jazbaat aur josh ki umar zyada nahi hua karti

The life of emotion and passion is not long

Inquilaab ke liye kurbaanio ki zaroorat hoti hai ... khoon ki zaroorat hoti hai

For a revolution you need sacrifices ... you need blood

Savera hone se pehle ... andhera bahut gehra ho jaata hai

Before the morning comes ... the darkness gets very deep

Yeh jitne ghaav hai seene pe, sab phoolon ke ghuche hai ... hum mein pagal hi rehne de, hum pagal hi achche hai

The wounds that I have on my chest, are all bouquets of flowers ... let me remain mad, I am better of being mad

Sirf pistol aur bomb kabhi inquilaab nahi la sakte ... balki inquilaab ki talwar vichaaron ki saan par tezz hoti hai

Revolution cannot be brought with pistol and bomb alone ... instead the sword of revolution gets sharpened on the platform of ideas

Lakh baando tum hum mein zanjeer se ... waqt par niklenge phir bhi teer se

No matter how much you tie me in shackles ... I will still come out as an arrow on time

Inquilaab ke liye kurbaanio ki zaroorat hoti hai ... khoon ki zaroorat hoti hai

For a revolution you need sacrifices ... you need blood

Soora so pehchaniye joh lare deen ke het ... purja purja kat marre, kabh hoon na chhade khet

One who fights for the underprivileged is brave ... and also sacrifices himself slain to pieces, but does not give up the hearth

Yahan insaaf nahi hone waala ... yahan sirf jhoot kaha jayega, jhoot suna jayega aur jhoot likha jayega

There is not going to be any justice done here ... here only the lies will be said, the lies will be heard and the lies will be written

Shareer jitna adhik sukh paata hai ... utna hi adhik sukh chahta hai

The more comfort a body gets ... the more comfort it asks for

Sirf pistol aur bomb kabhi inquilaab nahi la sakte ... balki inquilaab ki talwar vichaaron ki saan par tezz hoti hai

Revolution cannot be brought with pistol and bomb alone ... instead the sword of revolution gets sharpened on the platform of ideas

Hindustani hai hum, Hindustan hai hamara ... mudh jao Simon jahan desh hai tumhara

We are Indians and India is ours ... go away Simon to where your country is

Soora so pehchaniye joh lare deen ke het ... purja purja kat marre, kabh hoon na chhade khet

One who fights for the underprivileged is brave ... and also sacrifices himself slain to pieces, but does not give up the hearth

Woh hum mein maar sakte hai ... lekin hamare khayalo ko nahi, humaare maqsad ko nahi

They can kill us ... but not our thoughts, not our motive

Lakh baando tum hum mein zanjeer se ... waqt par niklenge phir bhi teer se

No matter how much you tie me in shackles ... I will still come out as an arrow on time

Sirf pistol aur bomb kabhi inquilaab nahi la sakte ... balki inquilaab ki talwar vichaaron ki saan par tezz hoti hai

Revolution cannot be brought with pistol and bomb alone ... instead the sword of revolution gets sharpened on the platform of ideas

Marna toh ek din hum sabko hi hai ... lekin maut aaisi ho jise sab yaad rakhe

We all have to die one day ... but the death should be something that everyone remembers

Soora so pehchaniye joh lare deen ke het ... purja purja kat marre, kabh hoon na chhade khet

One who fights for the underprivileged is brave ... and also sacrifices himself slain to pieces, but does not give up the hearth

Inquilaab ke liye kurbaanio ki zaroorat hoti hai ... khoon ki zaroorat hoti hai

For a revolution you need sacrifices ... you need blood

Is ghulam Hindustan mein agar meri shaadi hui ... toh sirf maut se hogi ... aur mere baraati honge is watan ki aan mein kurbaan hone waale shaheed

If I get married in this enslaved India ... then I will get married only to death ... and the martyrs who have sacrificed their life for the pride of this country will be in my wedding procession

Is ghulam Hindustan mein agar meri shaadi hui ... toh sirf maut se hogi ... aur mere baraati honge is watan ki aan mein kurbaan hone waale shaheed

If I get married in this enslaved India ... then I will get married only to death ... and the martyrs who have sacrificed their life for the pride of this country will be in my wedding procession

Woh hum mein maar sakte hai ... lekin hamare khayalo ko nahi, humaare maqsad ko nahi

They can kill us ... but not our thoughts, not our motive