hum mehnatkash is duniya se
apna hissa mangenge
ek bagh nahi ek khet nahi
hum saari duniya mangege

hum mehnatkash is duniya se
apna hissa mangenge
ek bagh nahi ek khet nahi
hum saari duniya mangege
ek bagh nahi ek khet nahi
hum saari duniya mangege
hum mehnatkash is duniya se

doulat ki anderi rato ne
mehnnat ka suraj chupa liya
doulat ki anderi raato ne
mehnnat ka suraj chupa liya
doulat ki anderi raato ne
mehnnat ka suraj chupa liya

doulat ki anderi raato se
hum apna savera mangege
ek baagh nahi ek khet nahi
hum sari duniya mangege
ek baagh nahi ek khet nahi
hum sari duniya mangege
hum mehnatkash is duniya se

kyo apne khoon pasine par
hak ho mayadhari ka
kyo apne khoon pasine par
hak ho mayadhari ka
ek baagh nahi ek khet nahi
hum sari duniya mangege
hum mehnatkash is duniya se
jab apna hisa mangege
ek baagh nahi ek khet nahi
hum sari duniya mangege
hum mehnatkash is duniya se
jab apna hisa mangege
ek baagh nahi ek khet nahi
hum sari duniya mangege
hum mehnatkash is duniya se

har jor julam ki thakar me
hadtal humara nara hai
har jor julam ki thakar me
hadtal humara nara hai
har jalim se thakayenge
har julm ka badla magenge

ek baagh nahi ek khet nahi
hum sari duniya mangege
ek baagh nahi ek khet nahi
hum sari duniya mangege

hum mehnatkash is duniya se
ek baagh nahi ek khet nahi
hum sari duniya mangege
hum mehnatkash is duniya se

From this world, we, the laborers, rise,
To claim our due, beneath these skies.
No fleeting game, no rebel's whim,
The whole wide world, we'll make our hymn.
From this world, we, the laborers, rise,
To claim our due, before our eyes.
No fleeting game, no rebel's plight,
The whole wide world, we'll seize with might.
No fleeting game, no rebel's art,
The whole wide world, within our heart.
From this world, we, the laborers, rise.

The dark of wealth, a shadowed night,
Has veiled the sun of honest light.
The dark of wealth, a heavy shroud,
Has stolen the sun from the working crowd.
The dark of wealth, a hidden sting,
Has taken the sun that our labors bring.

From those dark nights of greed and stain,
We'll claim our dawn, to rise again.
No fleeting game, no rebel's quest,
The whole wide world, we shall possess.
No fleeting game, no rebel's hand,
The whole wide world, across the land.
From this world, we, the laborers, rise.

Shall those of fortune, masters be,
And claim our sweat, our legacy?
Shall those of gold, possess the right,
To steal the fruits of our long fight?
No fleeting game, no rebel's call,
The whole wide world, embracing all.
From this world, we, the laborers, rise,
When we demand, what is our prize.
No fleeting game, no rebel's test,
The whole wide world, we will invest.
From this world, we, the laborers, rise,
When we demand, beneath the skies.
No fleeting game, no rebel's plan,
The whole wide world, for every man.
From this world, we, the laborers, rise.

Against each tyrant's brutal sway,
Our strike, our voice, will light the day.
Against each wrong, each cruel decree,
We’ll clash with force, for liberty.
For every crime, a price we'll claim,
And justice win, in freedom's name.

No fleeting game, no rebel's plea,
The whole wide world, eternally.
No fleeting game, no rebel's fight,
The whole wide world, bathed in light.
From this world, we, the laborers, rise.
No fleeting game, no rebel's dream,
The whole wide world, it would seem.
The whole wide world, we now embrace.