hum jahar se bhare bichchhuo me pale
arey tu hume katane ki saja payega
arey aabru ki kasam, chir dege tujhe
dum kate saap sa
dum kate saap sa bilbila jayega
dum kate saap sa bilbila jayega

aabru ke jane, daropadi ki kasam
koravo ki sabha me jo aa jayega
arey dushasan hai hum khinch lege tujhe
aabru jo bachi hai luta jayega
aabru jo bachi hai luta jayega
aabru jo bachi hai luta jayega

aabru ki kahi aaj sun le abhi
aabru ki kahi aaj sun le abhi
choli lehanga pehan ke kaha jayega
choli lehanga pehan ke kaha jayega
choli lehanga pehan ke kaha jayega
jo har ik chhed me goliya jo padi
jo har ik chhed me goliya jo padi
to har ik chhed bansi baja jayega
to har ik chhed bansi baja jayega
chhado, chhado, chhado, chhado
o chhado ke khuda meri sun to jara

bich bajar me tu to aa jayega
lo aa gaya bich bajar me ab bol, ruk
saad ban ke nache, saad ban ke nache ga sare amkul
dhad ban ke mahole pe chha jayega
dhad ban ke mahole pe chha jayega
dhad ban ke mahole pe chha jayega
dhad ban ke mahole pe chha jayega

hum to duniya dhan ke put, sath me rawan ke chale
hum to bhari put na sup lega ke do do me khele
hum to aise hai chandal, chir ke kutta khate hai
hum to aise tirandaj, adami aan chabate hai
hum sa kuni, hum hansraj, hum ulta sulta hey
hum to narbhkasi hai, gaye bhas ka chara kha le ki
arey hum narak namcha tel pe nikale bel bech aaye
arey hum cricket ka balla chhod waha kela bech aaye
hajmola, hajmola, hajmola, hajmola, hajmola

We, raised amidst scorpions, steeped in venom,
You dare to bite? You'll taste the wages of pain.
By honor's oath, we'll rend you limb from limb,
Like a serpent's tail, severed, writhing in vain,
A serpent's tail, severed, writhing in pain.

By Draupadi's anguish, honor besmirched,
If you dare enter the Kaurava's hall,
We are Dushasana, we will drag you forth,
And the last vestige of honor will fall,
The last vestige of honor will fall,
The last vestige of honor will fall.

Hear now, of honor, listen to our plea,
Where will you flee, in blouse and skirt arrayed?
Where will you flee, in blouse and skirt arrayed?
Where will you flee, in blouse and skirt arrayed?
Where bullets pierce, in every opened hole,
Where bullets pierce, in every opened hole,
Each hole will sing, a flute's lament be played,
Each hole will sing, a flute's lament be played,
Holes, holes, holes, holes,
O God of Holes, hear my lament, attend!

You will come forth, in the midst of the square,
Lo, you are here, in the market's glare, now speak, now halt.
Become a bull, dance, sing, all will heed,
Become a body, upon the town you'll fall,
Become a body, upon the town you'll fall,
Become a body, upon the town you'll fall,
Become a body, upon the town you'll fall.

We are sons of wealth, of this world's desire,
We walk with Ravana, in his fiery train,
We are the full sons, who will not take the soup, in the game of two's,
We are such fiends, tearing at dogs,
We are such archers, who chew on flesh of man,
Who is like us? We are Hansraj, we are the reverse, the topsy turvy
We are man-eaters, feasting on the cow and the buffalo
We come from the hellish name, sell the oil,
We sold the cricket bat, we sold bananas there
Hajmola, Hajmola, Hajmola, Hajmola, Hajmola.