mehnat karte aaye hai hum mehnat karte jayenge
jab tak ye hath salamat hai kyu daan ke tukde khayenge
kyu daan ke tukde khayenge ye hath hi apni daulat hai
ye hath hi apni takat hai kuch aur to punji paas nahi
ye hath hi apni kismat hai ye hath hi apni daulat hai

hum dhanwalo ke put nahi nirdhan ma bap ke bache hai
sab aur sahare chhute hai ye do hi sahare sache hai
ye do hi sahare sache hai ye hath hi apni daulat hai
ye hath hi apni takat hai kuch aur to punji pas nahi
ye hath hi apni kismat hai ye hath hi apni daulat hai

kya gam jo hamare mat pita sona chandi na jod sake
wo achhe dil ke malik the wo lut ka mal na jod sake
wo lut ka mal na jod sake ye hath hi apni daulat hai
ye hath hi apni takat hai kuch aur to punji pas nahi
ye hath hi apni kismat hai ye hath hi apni daulat hai

bhulenge hum na is shiksha ko chori se mehnat behtar hai
sukh ke liye zilat sahne se dukh sahne ki aadat behtar hai
dukh sahne ki aadat behtar hai ye hath hi apni daulat hai
ye hath hi apni takat hai kuch aur to punji pas nahi
ye hath hi apni kismat hai ye hath hi apni daulat hai

We've toiled, we've always striven, and toil we shall continue,
While these hands remain, why should we live on crumbs of others?
Why live on others' crumbs? These hands, our only treasure,
These hands, our very strength; no other wealth we hold,
These hands, our destiny, these hands, our only treasure.

We are not born of riches, but of parents poor in store,
All other props have vanished, only these two stand secure,
Only these two stand secure; these hands, our only treasure,
These hands, our very strength; no other wealth we hold,
These hands, our destiny, these hands, our only treasure.

What sorrow if our parents hoarded not gold or silver bright?
They possessed hearts of goodness, shunned the spoils of dark of night,
Shunned the spoils of dark of night; these hands, our only treasure,
These hands, our very strength; no other wealth we hold,
These hands, our destiny, these hands, our only treasure.

We shall not forget this lesson: honest labor is the better way,
To suffer shame for fleeting joy, is less worthy than enduring pain,
Enduring pain is a better way; these hands, our only treasure,
These hands, our very strength; no other wealth we hold,
These hands, our destiny, these hands, our only treasure.