ek paas saji khadi mundiya di toli oye
husn patari dekho kudiya ne gholi
ek paas saji khadi mundiya di toli oye
husn patari dekho kudiya ne gholi
aaj nakhare oye nakhre mech na aande papiya nara de
pabb chak de oye oye
chak de marak naal gabru o put sardara de
ho lon kaliya oye oye
kaliya kanat hath dar ke bhi khund mutyara de

jatiya punjab diya soniya sunakkhiya
aashiqa na dila wich samb samb rakhiya
jatiya punjab diya soniya sunakkhiya
aashiqa na dila wich samb samb rakhiya
dil cheej ki oye
cheej ki batonde jana yaar na yaara de
pabb chak de oye oye
chak de marak naal gabru o put sardara de
ho lon kaliya oye oye
kaliya kanat hath dar ke bhi khund mutyara de

kava ve sun kava ve mai vari desh to java
kava ve sun kava ve mai vari desh to java
mirza va raniya vairi chalan na desh hawa
kava ve sun kava ve mai vari desh to java
gava ve sun gava ve mai vari desh to java

sada punjab mana sada kashmir oye
ek inch chadna ni khichti lakeer oye
sada punjab mana sada kashmir oye
ek inch chadna ni khichti lakeer
hath par hath vad pau band karna
hun nahi sarna, o hun nahi sarna
load pah gayi oye
pah gayi desh layi hans ke jaan bhi varaange
pabb chak de oye oye
chak de marak naal gabru o put sardara de
ho lon kaliya oye oye
kaliya kanat hath dar ke bhi khund mutyara de
pabb chak de oye oye
chak de oye oye , chak de oye oye

A throng of men, a proud display, they stand,
While beauty's treasure, in women's hands, is fanned.
A throng of men, a proud display, they stand,
While beauty's treasure, in women's hands, is fanned.
Today's wiles, today's charm, can't be judged by the sinner's scale,
They lift their feet, oh, oh,
With a warrior's stamp, the sons of chieftains hail.
They wave their hands, oh, oh,
With hands that hold their braids and the beauty of these young girls

Jattis of Punjab, radiant, fair of face,
Lovers hold their hearts, in a cherished embrace.
Jattis of Punjab, radiant, fair of face,
Lovers hold their hearts, in a cherished embrace.
The heart, a thing? Oh,
A thing to be offered, by friends to friends in their grace.
They lift their feet, oh, oh,
With a warrior's stamp, the sons of chieftains hail.
They wave their hands, oh, oh,
With hands that hold their braids and the beauty of these young girls.

Oh crow, listen, crow, I'd give my life for the land,
Oh crow, listen, crow, I'd give my life for the land.
Mirza's enemies, the queens, they'll not let the land be blown,
Oh crow, listen, crow, I'd give my life for the land.
Oh, sing, oh sing, I give my life for the land.

My Punjab, my Kashmir, both are one and the same,
Not an inch we'll yield, on this line we claim.
My Punjab, my Kashmir, both are one and the same,
Not an inch we'll yield, on this line we claim.
Hand in hand, we'll not be defeated,
No, we won't be, oh we won't be.
If the time comes, oh,
For the land, we'll laugh and give our lives in the fray.
They lift their feet, oh, oh,
With a warrior's stamp, the sons of chieftains hail.
They wave their hands, oh, oh,
With hands that hold their braids and the beauty of these young girls.
They lift their feet, oh, oh,
They lift them, oh, oh, they lift them, oh, oh.