hey jag data bhagya vidhata
ye hi kya tera nyaay
manushay balak bhukho tadpe
kaun mauj se khaye

he man chhod parayi aasha
kas ke baandh kamar badh aage
kas ke baandh kamar badh aage
kab tak apna dukh royega
kab tak aal samay soyega
kisaan kheti karke hi to
kisaan kheti karke hi to
parbhu se barsha maange
kas ke baandh kamar badh aage
kas ke baandh kamar badh aage

is duniya ka jhoota nata
koi kisi ke kaam na aata
apne bahubal par hi tu
apne bahubal par hi tu
kyo bikh kisi se maange
kas ke baandh kamar badh aage
kas ke baandh kamar badh aage

kamjori ka teri fayda
ye dhanwan uthate
teri aasha ke podhe ke
phal ko ye le jaate
apni mehnat ki majdoori
apni mehnat ki majdoori
tu mangta ban mange
kas ke baandh kamar badh aage
kas ke baandh kamar badh aage
badh aage, badh aage
badh aage

O Giver of Worlds, Architect of Fate,
Is this your Justice, sealed and great?
While babes of men writhe, hunger-bound,
Who feasts, their laughter all around?

O mind, forsake the borrowed dream,
Tighten your belt, surge, it would seem,
Tighten your belt, rise to the fray,
How long will you your sorrow weigh?
How long in slumber will you lie?
The farmer toiling 'neath the sky,
The farmer toiling, day by day,
From God, the rain he'll humbly pray.
Tighten your belt, rise to the fray,
Tighten your belt, rise to the fray.

The world's embrace, a fleeting guise,
None help, as mirrored in your eyes.
On your own strength, your power true,
Why beg, why seek from anyone, anew?
Tighten your belt, rise to the fray,
Tighten your belt, rise to the fray.

Your weakness, a feast for those so grand,
The wealthy reap with open hand.
The fruit of your hope, they steal away,
From the sweat of your brow they claim their day.
Your labor's plight, a wretched plea,
A beggar's need, for all to see.
Tighten your belt, rise to the fray,
Tighten your belt, rise to the fray.
Rise, and press on,
Rise, and press on.