lo ji fauji mauj mein aa gaya phen ke wardi khaki
daal bangda nach mere sathi chhod ke ye besakhi
jataa aayi besakhi jataa aayi besakhi
ho jataa aayi besakhi
lo ji fauji mauj mein aa gaya
phen ke wardi khaki
daal bangda nach mere sathi chhod ke ye besakhi
jataa aayi besakhi jataa aayi besakhi
ho jataa aayi besakhi

sabse kahte haayi ye ghayal hath
ye tuti tange ham de sakte haayi jane
ham kya logo se mange
ham kyun logo se mange
jo aurho pe mar sakte haayi
vo apni madad kar sakte haayi
tum ham pe mat ehasan karho
ye dhan daulat na daan karho
ham to naukar sarkar ke haayi
bas bhukhe apke pyar ke haayi
ham me khoi lachar nahi
ham aashiq haayi bimar nahi
sab bhashan uske yaad kar le
pahle us din kho yaad kar le
jab jang chhide barud phate
sab apne gharho me shoye rahe
ham jaage khade rahe sarhad pe karte sabki rakhi
ho jatta aayi besakhi ho jatta aayi besakhi
ho jatta aayi besakhi

ganv me jab mela lage hhoti khub kabaddi
bade-bade kho maayi gira deta mar ke addi
kabaddi kabaddi kabaddi kabaddi
jab maayi guzarta bazarho se
sab jhankate they chaubarho se
ek kudi ishare karati si vho mere chal pe marti si
vo rah gaayi bas aahe bharati
pind chhhod ke ham ho gaye bharti
dikhlae zhor javani ka tha shauq hame qurbani ka
ham jiye inhi ummidho me
ho apna naam shahidho me
jab laam lagi aya mauqa
dushman ne diya bada dhhokha
dil ke badle panv pe gholi mari thi chalaki
ho jatta aayi besakhi ho jatta aayi besakhi
ho jatta aayi besakhi
ho jatta aayi besakhi ho jatta aayi besakhi
ho jatta aayi besakhi ho jatta aayi besakhi
ho jatta aayi besakhi

aj bhi teri chal pe ham kurban vatan de shera
aj bhi teri chal pe ham kurban vatan de shera
ham bik jaayen to bhi karz chuka na paayen tera
tune apna farz nibhaya apna farz haayi baki
ho jatta aayi besakhi ho jatta aayi besakhi
ho jatta aayi besakhi ho jatta aayi besakhi
ho jatta aayi besakhi ho jatta aayi besakhi
ho jatta aayi besakhi ho jatta
ho jatta aayi besakhi ho jatta

See, the soldier's heart, in khaki clad, now sings,
Leave behind this harvest day, let the bhangra spring!
The harvest comes, the harvest comes, the harvest's here!
The harvest comes!

See, the soldier's heart, in khaki clad, finds glee,
Leave this festival behind, dance freely!
The harvest comes, the harvest comes, the harvest's here!
The harvest comes!

They say these hands are wounded, weak,
These broken legs, a story they speak.
We ask for naught, from any soul,
Why seek from them, to make us whole?
Those who can strike, can rise above,
No need for pity, no false love.
Don't heap on us your charity's guise,
Your wealth and gifts, we do despise.
We are the servants of the ruling hand,
But hunger for your love across the land.
No helplessness within us lies,
We are not sick, we are not sighs.
Recall the speeches, word for word,
Remember first, that day unheard.
When war erupted, bullets flew,
While all slept safe, in dreams anew.
We stood awake, on borders steep, guarding all, eternally.
The harvest comes, the harvest comes, the harvest's here!
The harvest comes!

When fairs ignite the village square,
Kabaddi's strength fills all the air.
I'd bring the giants to their knees,
With every strike, my heart's at ease.
Kabaddi, kabaddi, let the echoes ring!

As I passed through the market's sway,
From every window, eyes did play.
A maiden's glance, a knowing spark,
Her heart ensnared, by my very mark.
She sighed and yearned, with hopeless plea,
We left the village, duty's decree.
We showed our strength, our youthful fire,
Our hearts desired to reach higher.
We lived on hope, and dreams so bold,
To be among the heroes, brave and old.
When duty called, the moment came,
The foe betrayed, with wicked aim.
A bullet struck, instead of heart, a cunning, cruel decree,
The harvest comes, the harvest comes, the harvest's here!
The harvest comes! The harvest comes!
The harvest comes! The harvest comes!

Even now, your every step, a song for land, oh lionheart!
Even now, your every step, a song for land, oh lionheart!
We'd be sold, yet never could repay, your debt, your art.
You played your part, now ours to play, and do our duty, fearlessly.
The harvest comes, the harvest comes, the harvest's here!
The harvest comes! The harvest comes!
The harvest comes! The harvest comes!
The harvest comes, oh farmer!
The harvest comes!