aasu ko pasine me badlo
mehnat se nasib badalta hai
ye itna hi sach hai jitna
suraj har roz nikalta hai
aasu ko pasine me badlo
mehnat se nasib badalta hai
ye itna hi sach hai jitna
suraj har roz nikalta hai

ek pal me chupa hai ek jiwan
ek pal na bitana baato me
kismat na sitaro me dekho
kismat hai tumhare hatho me
bato se kuch bhi nahi hota hai
hatho se hi kuch banta hai
mehnat ka naam hai tajmahal
mehant ka naam azanta hai
insa ka pasina girte hi pathar se phul niklta hai
ye itna hi sach hai jitna
suraj har roz nikalta hai
aasu ko pasine me badlo
mehnat se nasib badalta hai
ye itna hi sach hai jitna
suraj har roz nikalta hai

ek roz to daulat ke badle
mehnat ka sikka chalna hai
mehnat ka sikka chalna hai
sara sansar badalna hai jab mehnat ki kimat hogi
chandi na kahi chal payegi
sikko me nahi dhal payegi
mehnat ko nahi chal payegi
hatho ki hararat lagte hi
pal me faulad pighalta hai
ye itna hi sach hai jitna suraj har roz nikalta hai
aasu ko pasine me badlo
mehnat se nasib badalta hai
ye itna hi sach hai jitna
suraj har roz nikalta hai

Transform your tears to sweat,
For labor shapes your fate,
As certain as the sun's ascent,
Each dawn, it seals your state.
Transform your tears to sweat,
For labor shapes your fate,
As certain as the sun's ascent,
Each dawn, it seals your state.

A lifetime dwells in every breath,
Don't waste a moment lost in words,
Don't seek your fortune in the stars,
It lies within your hands, unfurled.
From talk, no edifice is raised,
But hands can build, create, and mend,
The Taj Mahal, a labor's name,
Ajanta, where hard work did extend.
As human sweat on stone does fall,
From rock, the vibrant blossoms start,
As certain as the sun's ascent,
Each dawn, it stirs the soul and heart.
Transform your tears to sweat,
For labor shapes your fate,
As certain as the sun's ascent,
Each dawn, it seals your state.

One day, wealth will yield its place,
To labor's coin, a truer prize,
The world itself shall then transform,
When toil's true worth before us lies.
No silver then will hold its sway,
Nor coins its measure shall retain,
For labor's fire cannot be tricked,
Its burning spirit will remain.
With every touch of hands so warm,
The iron melts in moments bright,
As certain as the sun's ascent,
Each dawn, it floods the world with light.
Transform your tears to sweat,
For labor shapes your fate,
As certain as the sun's ascent,
Each dawn, it seals your state.