wo jina kis kam ka
jo kat jaye aaram se
wo jina kis kam ka
jo kat jaye aaram se
char chand lag jate isme
daud dhup ke nam se
daud dhup daud dhup daud dhup
wo jina kis kam ka
jo kat jaye aaram se
char chand lag jate isme
daud dhup ke nam se
daud dhup daud dhup daud dhup

koi ji rha hai ijjat ke waste
koi ji rha hai dault ke waste
koi daudta hai chaht ki rah par
koi chal rha hai badale ki rah par
yahi jindagi ka rup hai
kahi chhav hai to kahi dhup hai
daud dhup daud dhup daud dhup

koi mar raha hai jine ke waste
koi ji raha hai marne ke waste
koi apno pe aehsan karata hai
koi gairo pe kurban hota hai
jina to isi ka nam hai
ye na socho aage kya anjam hai
daud dhup daud dhup daud dhup

koi to ye samjhe hai jindagi jua
jo pas apne tha wo bhi kho diya
koi lut rha hai ghodo ki daud par
koi mit rha hai matke ke maud par
ye apna hi apna khyal hai
koi khush hai to koi behal hai
daud dhup daud dhup daud dhup
ye na socho main ki jiwan gujarega aaram se
char chand lag jate isme
daud dhup ke nam se
aarm hai haram aaram hai haram hai haram
wo jina kis kam ka
jo kat jaye aaram se
char chand lag jate isme
daud dhup ke nam se
daud dhup daud dhup daud dhup

What life is this,
that glides on gentle ease?
What life is this,
that knows no struggle's pleas?

Four moons ascend,
in labor's fiery name,
In sweat and stride,
a brilliance to proclaim.
Sweat and stride, sweat and stride,
What life is this,
that glides on gentle ease?
Four moons ascend,
in labor's fiery name,
Sweat and stride, sweat and stride.

Some live for honor's gleam,
some chase the gilded dream,
Some run the paths of love,
some seek revenge thereof.
This is life's changing face,
shade and sun interlace,
Sweat and stride, sweat and stride.

Some die to truly live,
some live only to give,
Some lavish on their kin,
some for strangers begin.
To live, this is the way,
forget the coming day,
Sweat and stride, sweat and stride.

Some see life's fickle game,
and lose what they could claim,
Some bleed in races swift,
some break on fortune's gift.
The self, the only guide,
joy blooms, or sorrows hide,
Sweat and stride, sweat and stride.
Think not life shall softly pass,
Four moons ascend,
in struggle's vibrant glass.
Ease is sin, ease is sin, ease is sin.
What life is this,
that glides on gentle ease?
Four moons ascend,
in labor's fiery name,
Sweat and stride, sweat and stride.