rakhe ram salamat ek hal do bailo ki jodi
humko kahe ka gum baju pakke te chati chaudi
dharti gaye re aaye re khushi ke din aaye
aaye re dharti gaye re gaye re khushi ke din aaye
aaye re dharti gaye re mittti me sab milta hai
mitti se sab khilta hai are aaj mile ya kal mile
mehnat ka fal milta hai gaye re khushi ke din aaye
aaye re dharti gaye re

hal ke sath banate hai dharti pe hum taswire
hal ke sath banate hai dharti pe hum taswire
apne hatho se lekhte hai apni hum takdire
kam karte karte humko hai marna jina
pani kam hai to kya hai bahne do khun pasina
jo baitha aakash ko dekhe wo piche pachtaye re
aaye re khushi ke din aaye aaye re dharti gaye re
aaye re khushi ke din aaye aaye re dharti gaye re

jaldi jaldi hath chalao sathi bij hai bona
jaldi jaldi hath chalao sathi bij hai bona
beej pade par is mitti se paida hoga sona
apni kaun sunega hum kiska nam pukare
sabse achha apni bigdi aap saware bigdi aap saware
wo bhukha kyu rahe bhala jo sabki bhukh mitaye re
dharti gaye re aaye re khushi ke din aaye re dharti gaye re
dharti gaye re aaye re khushi ke din aaye re dharti gaye re

jhum uthi fasle kheto ki khatam huyi rakhwali
jhum uthi fasle kheto ki khatam huyi rakhwali
ab katenge hali angan bhar jayenge khali
sab hatho me daratiya leke jab nekle gawo me
sab hatho me daratiya leke jab nekle gawo me
nach uthi panihariya pahan ke jhanjhar paw me
khwab kisano ke lahrate kheto me lahraye re
dharti gaye re aaye re khushi ke din aaye
aaye re dharti gaye re
rakhe ram salamat ek hal do bailo ki jodi
humko kahe ka gum baju pakke te chati chaudi

If Ram protects the plow, a yoke, two strong bulls,
Why should we grieve? Our arms are strong, our chests are full.
The earth sings, oh, the days of joy have come!
Oh, the earth sings, sings, the days of joy have come!
Oh, the earth sings, to earth all returns,
From earth, all things are born.
Whether today or tomorrow, it makes no difference,
The fruit of labor is earned.
Sing, the days of joy have come!
Oh, the earth sings!

With the plow, we sculpt our images on the earth,
With the plow, we sculpt our images on the earth.
With our own hands, we write our destinies.
In work, we find both death and life.
If water is scarce, what matter? Let sweat and blood flow!
He who sits and gazes at the sky, will surely regret it later.
Oh, the days of joy have come! Oh, the earth sings!
Oh, the days of joy have come! Oh, the earth sings!

Hurry, comrades, sow the seeds!
Hurry, comrades, sow the seeds!
Though the seed falls to earth, it will give birth to gold.
Whom should we listen to? Whose name should we call?
Best to fix your own troubles, fix your own troubles.
Why should the one who feeds all, go hungry?
The earth sings, oh, the days of joy have come! Oh, the earth sings!
The earth sings, oh, the days of joy have come! Oh, the earth sings!

The fields of grain sway, the watch is done,
The fields of grain sway, the watch is done.
Now the harvesters will cut, the barns will be filled.
All with sickles in their hands, when they emerge from the villages,
All with sickles in their hands, when they emerge from the villages,
The water-bearers dance, wearing anklets on their feet.
The farmers' dreams sway in the fields, they sway!
The earth sings, oh, the days of joy have come! Oh, the earth sings!
If Ram protects the plow, a yoke, two strong bulls,
Why should we grieve? Our arms are strong, our chests are full.