dunia me jine ka mujhe showk tha
khane or pine ka mujhe showk tha
dunia me jine ka mujhe showk tha
khane or pine ka mujhe showk tha
marna bhala kisko manzur tha lekin mai e dost majbur tha
gori hakumat thi kale gulam bacho ye badshaho ke naam
mai khudkhushi kar gaya mai is tarah mar gaya
mai khudkhushi kar gaya mai is tarah mar gaya

kamjor tha ab mai majbut hu tab admi tha mai ab bhut hu
tab ghar se chalte the jhande liye girte sambhalte jhande liye
deshbhagto ki vo toliya sine pe jinke lagi goliya
mai maat se dar gaya mai is tarah mar gaya

vo saye gulami se bhi hai buri kah ti hai dunia jise mufali si
ghar me jarurat ki thi chize na thi patlun thi to kamije na thi
har farz har karz ko chhod kar dariya pe mai aa gaya daud kar
dunia se dil bhar gaya mai dub kar mar gaya
dunia se dil bhar gaya mai dub kar mar gaya

is gam se chati meri fat gayi ye tang bhi jung me kat gayi
maa ka bahut hi dulara tha mai bhai
behan ka bhi pyara tha mai
par pet bharte nahi pyar se nikla mai kuch lene bazar se
to vapas na mai ghar gaya mai dub kar mar gaya

I yearned for life upon this earth,
A hunger for sustenance, from birth.
I yearned for life upon this earth,
A hunger for sustenance, from birth.
Who sought the solace of the grave?
Yet, friend, to death, my soul gave.
Beneath white rule, we bore the chains,
Children of kings, in endless pains.
I took my life, I met my end,
I took my life, my spirit to transcend.

I weak was then, now strength I find,
A man I was, a ghost of mind.
We marched from home, flags raised on high,
Stumbling forward, beneath the sky.
Those patriots, a valiant band,
Whose chests were pierced by bullets' hand.
I feared the death, I lost my way,

That shadow of enslavement, all men deplore,
The world whispers of poverty's sore.
Within my home, what did reside?
No trousers worn, no shirts to hide.
Each duty left, each debt undone,
To the river's edge, I chose to run.
My heart was weary of this land,
I drowned myself, in shifting sand.
My heart was weary of this land,
I drowned myself, in shifting sand.

By this sorrow my chest was rent,
In war my leg, cruelly was spent.
Beloved son of mother's grace,
Cherished by siblings in this place.
But love alone could not provide,
Into the market, I did stride.
I never returned, my soul took flight,
I drowned myself, into the night.