aankho se aansu bahte hai
hum pal pal marte rahte hai
aur baar baar ye kahte hai
aankho se aansu bahte hai
hum pal pal marte rahte hai
aur baar baar ye kahte hai
jab chalti hai purwa
ae khuda de na aur saja

na beta wapis aaye re
bitiya ki yaad sataye re
he ye soch jiya ghabraye re
na beta wapis aaye re
bitiya ki yaad sataye re
ye soch jiya ghabraye re
jo tere sath hua
ae kaja aa gale lag ja

dadhiya fuk di katal kes hue
ghar baar hamare jala diye
fir bhage punjab ki or
yaha bhi mukable bana diye
daale galo me jalte tayar
hay bach sakte nahi aise kayar
na paida ho aise dayar hay
dale galo me jalte tayar
bach sakte nahi aise kayar
na paida ho aise dayar
sab milke karo dua
ho sathi aa hathiyar utha

ab hum hathiyar uthayenge
zaalim ko sabak sikhayenge
zulm ko khatam karna hai
ab jina nahi ab marna hai ho

From eyes, the tears relentlessly flow,
Each moment a death, a constant woe.
And ever we whisper, soft and low,
From eyes, the tears relentlessly flow.
Each moment a death, a constant woe,
And ever we whisper, soft and low,

When breezes of East begin to blow,
Oh God, bestow yet more suffering to know.

My son, he shall not return,
My daughter's memory, a fire that does burn.
This thought, my heart it does churn,
My son, he shall not return.
My daughter's memory, a fire that does burn.
This thought, my heart it does churn.

What has befallen, my fate to bear,
Oh death, embrace me, and end my care.

Beards singed with flame, the murders unfurl,
Our homes reduced to ash and swirl.
Then fled toward Punjab, with weary tread,
Here too, the battles were spread.
Burning tires around necks are flung,
Such cowards cannot be unsung.
May a tyrant such as this be un-born,
Burning tires around necks are flung.
Such cowards cannot be unsung.
May a tyrant such as this be un-born.

Pray together, with a voice so true,
Come, companions, our weapons we renew.
Now we will rise, our weapons held high,
The wicked, we will teach to die.
To end the oppression, our final plea,
No more living, but death we decree.