Dhajjiyan udda do in firangiyon ki ... udda do dhajjiyan!

Tear apart these foreigners ... tear them apart!

Karm ka dhaaga pehenne ke liye ... hum dharm ka dhaaga nahi todh sakte

In order to wear the thread of my duty ... I cannot break the thread of my religion

Tum saala ghulam log hamari jooti ke neeche hi rahega

You bloody slaves will remain under my boots

Aage aike ghumavat hai ... ab aa, aa, aa

You're coming forward and swinging ... now come, come, come

Gore pataloon pehen ke ee khel ka cricket kahat hai ... aur hum langoti baandh ke gilli-danda

Whites wear pants and call this game cricket ... and we wear loincloths and call it gilli-danda

Taang se kapda hatte toh poore tann ki laaj jaave hai

When the clothes don't cover the legs then the honor of the whole body goes away

Gore pataloon pehen ke ee khel ka cricket kahat hai ... aur hum langoti baandh ke gilli-danda

Whites wear pants and call this game cricket ... and we wear loincloths and call it gilli-danda

Joote ki talli kitni bhi moti ho ... ghisat zaroor hai

No matter how thick the shoe sole is ... it definitely wears out

Karm ka dhaaga pehenne ke liye ... hum dharm ka dhaaga nahi todh sakte

In order to wear the thread of my duty ... I cannot break the thread of my religion

Aage aike ghumavat hai ... ab aa, aa, aa

You're coming forward and swinging ... now come, come, come

Mohe toh wohi chori pasand aavegi, joh mori mai ko pasand aavegi

I will only like the girl, whom my mother likes

Gore pataloon pehen ke ee khel ka cricket kahat hai ... aur hum langoti baandh ke gilli-danda

Whites wear pants and call this game cricket ... and we wear loincloths and call it gilli-danda

Mohe toh wohi chori pasand aavegi, joh mori mai ko pasand aavegi

I will only like the girl, whom my mother likes

Joote ki talli kitni bhi moti ho ... ghisat zaroor hai

No matter how thick the shoe sole is ... it definitely wears out

Hamaar pasina hamre tann mein khoon banke daudega

Our sweat will run as blood in our veins

Chulhe se roti nikale ke liye, chimte ko apna mooh jalahe padi

To remove the bread from the burner, the tongs have to burn their face

Chulhe se roti nikale ke liye, chimte ko apna mooh jalahe padi

To remove the bread from the burner, the tongs have to burn their face

Taang se kapda hatte toh poore tann ki laaj jaave hai

When the clothes don't cover the legs then the honor of the whole body goes away

Chulhe se roti nikale ke liye, chimte ko apna mooh jalahe padi

To remove the bread from the burner, the tongs have to burn their face

Gori chamdi waale apne baap ke sagge nahi hote

These whites don't even spare their own kin

Karm ka dhaaga pehenne ke liye ... hum dharm ka dhaaga nahi todh sakte

In order to wear the thread of my duty ... I cannot break the thread of my religion

Tum saala ghulam log hamari jooti ke neeche hi rahega

You bloody slaves will remain under my boots