pagadi sambhaal oy, pagadi sambhaal oy aa
pagadi sambhaal jatta, pagadi sambhaal oy
pagadi sambhaal jatta, pagadi sambhaal oy
pagadi sambhaal tera lut gaya maal oy
pagadi sambhaal jatta, pagadi sambhaal oy
pagadi sambhaal jatta

tu dharati ki maang sanvaare soye khet jagaaye
tu dharati ki maang sanvaare soye khet jagaaye
saare jag ka pet bhare tu annadaataa kahalaaye
phir kyo bhukh tujhe khaati hai
phir kyo bhukh tujhe khaati hai aur tu bhukh ko khaaye
lut gaya maal tera lut gaya maal oy
pagadi sambhaal jatta, pagadi sambhaal oy
pagadi sambhaal jatta

deke apna khun pasina tune fasal ugaayi
deke apna khun pasina tune fasal ugaayi
aandhi dekhi tufaan jhele bipda sabhi uthaayi
fasal kati to le gaye zaalim
fasal kati to le gaye zaalim teri nek kamaayi
lut gaya maal tera lut gaya maal oy
pagadi sambhaal jatta, pagadi sambhaal oy
pagadi sambhaal jatta

uth aur uth ke khaaq se zarre ek sitaara ban ja
uth aur uth ke khaaq se zarre ek sitaara ban ja
bujha bujha kyo dil hai tera ik angaara ban ja
o sadiyo ke thahare paani
o sadiyo ke thahare paani bahati dhaara ban ja
lut gaya maal tera lut gaya maal oy
pagadi sambhaal jatta, pagadi sambhaal oy
pagadi sambhaal jatta

Hold fast the turban, heed the call,
Hold fast the turban, farmer, stand tall.
Hold fast the turban, lest your wealth be gone,
Hold fast the turban, the fight is on.
Hold fast the turban, farmer, the fight is on.

You adorn the earth, awaken the sleeping grain,
You feed the world, you ease the pain.
You are the giver of life, the bread we crave,
Then why does hunger consume you, a living grave?
Why does hunger consume you, yet you consume the same?
Your wealth is stolen, your fortune in flame.
Hold fast the turban, heed the call,
Hold fast the turban, farmer, stand tall.
Hold fast the turban, the fight is on.

You gave your sweat and blood to harvest the yield,
Through storms you weathered, on the battlefield.
You faced the tempest, the pain and plight,
And when the harvest came, the wicked took the light.
They stole your earnings, your honest gain,
Your wealth is stolen, your fortune in pain.
Hold fast the turban, heed the call,
Hold fast the turban, farmer, stand tall.
Hold fast the turban, the fight is on.

Arise, rise from the dust, become a shining star,
Arise, rise from the dust, no matter how far.
Why is your heart so weary, a dying ember?
Be a flowing river, remember, remember!
Flow, and the ages will part,
Your wealth is stolen, your broken heart.
Hold fast the turban, heed the call,
Hold fast the turban, farmer, stand tall.
Hold fast the turban, the fight is on.