tum tum tarara tum tum taram
tum tum tarara tum tum taram
tum tum taram taram tum tum taram taram
duniya ke ho lakh dharam
par apna ek dharam chana zor garam
chana zor garam babu
mai layi mazedar chana zor garam
chana zor garam babu
mai laya mazedar chana zor garam

mera chana bana hai aala
jisme dala garam masala
isko khayega dilwala chana zor garam
mera chana kha gaya gora mera chana kha gaya gora
kha ke ban gaya tagda ghoda maine pakadke use maroda
mar ke tangdi usko toda chana zor garam

mere chane ki ankh sharabi
sharabi chane ki ankh sharabi
ho iske dekho gaal gulabi
gulabi dekho gaal gulabi
ho iska koi nahi javabi iska koi nahi javabi
jaise koi kudi panjabi jaise koi kudi panjabi
nache chhanan chhanan nache chhanan chhanan
kothe chadh ke tainu pukara sun le mere balam
chana zor garam chana zor garam babu
mai layi mazedar chana zor garam

mera chana kha gaye gore
gore mera chana kha gaye gore
o gore jo ginti me hai thode
o phir bhi mare hamko kode phir bhi mare hamko kode
tum tum taram taram tum tum taram taram
lakho kode tute phir bhi tuta na dam kham
chana zor garam chana zor garam babu
mai laya mazedar chana zor garam chana zor garam babu
mai laya mazedar chana zor garam
chana zor garam chana zor garam
chana zor garam chana zor garam
chana zor garam chana zor garam
chana zor garam chana zor garam

mera chana hai apni marzi ka marzi ka bhai marzi ka
mera chana hai apni marzi ka marzi ka bhai marzi ka
ye dushman hai khudgarzi ka khudgarzi ka khudgarzi ka
sar kafan bandh ke nikla haidiwana hai ye pagla hai
mera chana hai apni marzi ka marzi ka bhai marzi ka
apno se nata jodega gairo ke sar ko phodega
apna ye vachan nibhayega mati ka karz chukayega
chana hai apni marzi ka marzi ka bhai marzi ka

mit jane ko mit jayega azad vatan ko kar jayega
na to chori hai na to daka hai bas ye to ek dhamaka hai
dhamake me awaz bhi hai ek soz bhi hai ek saaz bhi hai
samjho to bat ye saaf bhi hai
aur na samjho to raz bhi hai
apni dharti apna hai gagan ye mera hai mera hai vatan
apni dharti apna hai gagan ye mera hai mera hai vatan
is par jo ankh uthayega zinda dafnaya jayega
mera chana hai apni marzi ka marzi ka bhai marzi ka
ye dushman hai khudgarzi ka khudgarzi ka khudgarzi ka
mera chana hai apni marzi ka marzi ka bhai marzi ka
ye dushman hai khudgarzi ka khudgarzi ka khudgarzi ka

Tum tum tarara, tum tum taram
Tum tum taram, taram tum tum
Worlds may boast a hundred faiths,
But ours, a single, fiery grace, *Chana Zor Garam*!
*Chana Zor Garam*, friend,
I bring the spiced gram, a joyful trend.
*Chana Zor Garam*, friend,
The flavorful gram I now extend.

My gram, a king, a sovereign treat,
With spices kissed by sun and heat.
Eat it, brave heart, and feel the beat, *Chana Zor Garam*!
My gram, consumed by pale-skinned men,
My gram, consumed, again, and then,
They grew to stallions, swift and strong,
I wrestled them, where they belonged,
And brought them low. *Chana Zor Garam*!

My gram's eyes, a drunken gleam,
Drunken eyes, a vibrant dream.
See its cheeks, a rosy hue,
Rosy cheeks, forever true.
None can match its playful art,
Like a Punjabi maiden's heart,
Dancing, *chhannan chhannan*, light,
Calling to you in the night.
*Chana Zor Garam*, friend,
I bring the spiced gram, a joyful trend.

My gram consumed by the fair-skinned face,
Consumed by the fair, in this desolate space,
Those few, they whip and lash and sting,
Yet our spirit knows no withering.
Tum tum taram, taram tum tum
Though lashes fall, our spirits bloom.
*Chana Zor Garam*, friend,
I bring the spiced gram, a joyful trend.
*Chana Zor Garam*, friend,
The flavorful gram I now extend.
*Chana Zor Garam*, *Chana Zor Garam*!

My gram, it dances to its own decree,
Its own decree, eternally.
It is the foe of self-embrace,
Of ego's cage, in time and space.
With shroud around its steadfast head,
It goes forth, where it is led.
My gram, it dances to its own decree,
It binds itself to kin, you see,
And shatters foes with mighty blow,
A debt of earth, it will bestow,
My gram, it dances to its own decree.

To vanish, it will not deny,
To set our homeland, soaring high.
No theft it seeks, no forceful gain,
But a thunderclap, a joyful rain.
In its echo, a whispered plea,
A song of sorrow, wild and free,
A truth revealed, if you but see,
A hidden secret, wild and free.
Our earth is ours, our sky above,
This is my homeland, built on love.

Our earth is ours, our sky above,
This is my homeland, built on love.
Who dares to raise a hostile eye,
Will buried be, before they die.
My gram, it dances to its own decree,
It is the foe of self-embrace, you see.