mamta, maa aur mati pe
jo apni bali chadhayenge
ek bund jaha lahu gire
waha lakho phul khil jayenge
lakho phul khil jayenge
shish jhuka ke shardha se
sab aao ise pranam karo

kaam karo bhai kaam karo
subha karo aur sham karo
kaam karo bhai kaam karo
subha karo aur sham karo
kaam karo ha kaam karo
subha karo aur sham karo
kaam karo ha kaam karo
subha karo aur sham karo
kaam karo ha kaam karo
subha karo aur sham karo

Upon the altar of Mother's love, land's embrace,
Where sacrifice is made, a sacred space.
If one drop of blood should touch the ground,
A million blossoms rise, beauty profound.
A million blossoms bloom, a vibrant sight,
Bow down with reverence, in the fading light,
And offer homage, a heartfelt plea.

Do your work, brothers, with earnest endeavor,
In the dawn's embrace, and twilight's shiver.
Do your work, brothers, let your spirits soar,
Through the morning's light, and evening's lore.
Do your work, yes, do your work with might,
In the morning's gleam, and fading night.
Do your work, yes, with a zealous fire,
Through the morning's breath, and evening's pyre.
Do your work, yes, with passion's plea,
In the morning's hope, and evening's sea.