hum pehali may ko manate hain
hum majdur manate hain
hum pehali may ko manate hain
hum majdur manate hain

koi mujhe kaamdaar kahen
ho koi mujhe kaamdaar kahen
koi mujhe rojambaar kahen
main majdur bada hi sahi
majdur hu main majbur nahi
koi mujhe kaamdaar kahen
koi mujhe rojambaar kahen
main majdur bada hi sahi
majdur hu main majbur nahi
majdur hu main majbur nahi
majdur hu main majbur nahi
majdur hu main majbur nahi
majdur hu main majbur nahi

hum pehali may ko manate hain
hum majdur manate hain
hum pehali may ko manate hain
hum majdur manate hain

majdur hu main majbur nahi
majdur hu main majbur nahi
roji roti hain, ye imaan dharam
jimmedari nibhata, hun main hardam
haatho ki lakeero me, shakti hardam
roji roti hain, ye imaan dharam
jimmedari nibhata, hun main hardam
haatho ki lakeero me, shakti hardam
yahi vishwas yahi vishwas
hain dil me sahi
majdur hu main majbur nahi
majdur hu main majbur nahi
majdur hu main majbur nahi
majdur hu main majbur nahi

kadam se kadam, main badh jaaun
badh jaaun
apne karam main kar jaaun
kar jaaun
lakshay ki ore main badh jaaun
badh jaaun
ye mutthi nahi hathoda hain
hathoda hain
ye mutthi nahi hathoda hain
hathoda hain
kaamdaar zindabaad
kaamdaar zindabaad

We hail the First of May,
We, the workers, celebrate the day.
We hail the First of May,
We, the workers, light our way.

Let them call me laborer,
Let them call me toiler of the day,
Let them call me worker,
Yet, a worker I am, not a broken clay.
Let them call me laborer,
Let them call me toiler of the day,
A worker I am, in truth I stay,
A worker I am, not a broken clay.
A worker I am, not a broken clay,
A worker I am, not a broken clay,
A worker I am, not a broken clay,
A worker I am, not a broken clay.

We hail the First of May,
We, the workers, celebrate the day.
We hail the First of May,
We, the workers, light our way.

A worker I am, not a broken clay,
A worker I am, not a broken clay.
My sustenance, my creed, my sacred art,
I bear the weight, I play my part.
In lines etched deep, a power starts,
My sustenance, my creed, my sacred art,
I bear the weight, I play my part.
In lines etched deep, a power starts,
This is my faith, this is my truth,
Deep in my heart, from my youth.
A worker I am, not a broken clay,
A worker I am, not a broken clay,
A worker I am, not a broken clay,
A worker I am, not a broken clay.

Step by step, I rise above,
Rise above,
My duty done, with faithful love,
With faithful love,
Towards my goal, I freely move,
I freely move,
This fist is not a tool,
A hammer true,
This fist is not a tool,
A hammer true.
Workers forever!
Workers forever!