suno suno oh gaon ke rahne walo dekho
dekho gaon me aaya ik vyapari
door desh ke dhan se uski jeb hai bhari
hai uske dil me arman
khareide sab kheti khalyan
hamara kar de wo kalyan
wo aaya karke hai sari taiyari
suno suno oh gaon ke rahne walo dekho
dekho gaon me aaya ik vyapari

pare hat itna sar mat chadh tujhe kya samjahe anpadh
zara thehro ki hum samjhaega tum humko kehne do
tumhare gaon me hum karkhana jab lagwaega to sare gaon
ko hum shehar ke jaisa banaye ga
jaha purwai ke badle me chimni ka dhuan hoga
na fir ye dharti aisi hogi na fir ye asma hoga
are ye bhi to socho ki jo kuch shehar
ma hota hai vo sab kuch yaha hoga
magar itna bata do mujhko tum bhaiya
kisaan apni zami jo bech dega to kya hoga
to fir tum ye kaho ki tum ko buri halat ki adat hai
tarakki se tumhe nafrat garibi se mohabbat hai
garibi se nahi mujhko garibo se mohabbat hai
yahi hai meri pooja aur yahi meri ibadat hai
aur tarakki ke liye kya socte ho
tarakki wo nhi hoti jo ik dhanvan ka ghar bhar de
lakin sakdo nirdhan rahe beghar jiye
din raat mar mar ke tarakki wo nhi hoti
to phir hum bhi sune tarakki
tum kaun si chidiya ko kehte ho
tarakki isko kehte hai ki har ik ghar me roti ho
tarakki isko kehte hai ki har angan me jyoti ho
tarakki isko kehte hai ki har ik seene me aasha ho
tarakki ye nahi hoti ki bhasahn ho comission ho
tamasha ho bahut naraz ho lekin suno

zami hum tumse jo lenga to pura daam bhi denga
yaha par mil banayega to sabko kaam bhi denga
yaha tum apne aap malik ho magar ye seth ji
ab tumko naukar banayega daam chalo ye bhi
suno ke daam ye kitna chukaega
ye wo dharti hai jisko mere purkho ne
lahu se seench kar fasle ugai thi
batao mere purko ke lahu ka daam kya doge
ye dharti hai jiski god me bachpan mera khela
ye dharti meri maa hai batao meri maa ki
mamta ka daam kya doge zara dekho
zara dekho hamare gaon walo ko dekho
hawao me base hai geet hamari behno mao ke
zami per dekhte hai hum nisha purkho ke paon ke
yaha ke zarre zarre me hamari kitni yaade hain
hamari jaan hai gaon meri pahchan hai gaon
meri pehchan ka tum ye batao daam kya doge

bahut pancham me baat kar raha hai
magar ye to kahe kya chahta hai
tumhare dil me gaon ka bhala hai
to aao saath aao mere
kande se tum kandha milao
hum is dharti se wo fasle ugayein
ke har bhuke ko hum roti khilae
mita dale garibo ka ye kissa
barabar ka mile har ik ko hissa
na koi malik ho na koi naukar
lutera ho koi na na koi beghar
hum apne gaon ko aisa banaye
hum apne desh ko aisa banaye
bolo hai manzoor hai manzoor
hai manzoor hai manzoor hai manzoor hai manzoor
hai manzoor hai manzoor hai manzoor hai manzoor

Hearken, oh villagers, observe, attend!
A merchant arrives, his journey's end.
From distant lands, his coffers gleam,
With ambitions vast, a gilded dream.
He seeks to buy, the fields, the land,
To bring forth fortune, by his hand.
Prepared he comes, with plans so bold,
Hearken, oh villagers, stories to be told.

Stand back, you simple folk, don't interfere,
Allow us to explain, banish all fear.
With factories built, your village transformed,
Into a city, forever warmed.
The chimney's smoke, where breezes used to play,
No earth as known, nor skies of yesterday.
Reflect upon, the city's allure,
Everything you crave, now at your door.
But tell me, brother, if the land is sold,
What fate awaits, when stories grow old?
You cling to hardship, embrace the plight,
Reject progress, in eternal night?
It's not poverty I cherish, but the poor,
In their service, my devotion I pour.
What is progress, in your heart's desire?
A rich man's mansion, a burning pyre
Of countless souls, displaced and lost?
Progress is hollow, at such a cost.
Then tell me, what progress do you seek?
The chirping of birds, is that what you speak?
Progress is bread on every table spread,
A light in every courtyard, wisely led.
Progress is hope that blooms in every breast,
Not hollow speeches, nor a life of unrest.
You may be angry, but listen and see.

The land we take, we'll pay a worthy price,
A factory built, where work will entice.
Though masters you are, the merchant's sway,
Turns you to servants, come what may.
But tell us, the price, can you truly pay?
This soil, my ancestors with blood did sow,
From their sacrifice, the harvests grow.
The price of their blood, what sum can hold?
This earth, where childhood's tales unfold.
My mother's womb, where memories reside,
My mother's love, what price can it hide?
Observe, oh villagers, and heed the call!
In the wind, the songs of our mothers enthrall.
On this very ground, our ancestors trod,
In every grain of sand, the touch of God.
Our very essence, our village, our home,
The worth of our identity, what price to atone?

You speak in grand tones, your intentions obscure,
But tell us truly, what do you secure?
If the village's good is in your heart's core,
Then join us, shoulder to shoulder, and explore.
Let us cultivate, these fields so deep,
And feed the hungry, while all others sleep.
Eradicate poverty, with justice's hand,
Equal shares for all, across the land.
No masters nor servants, no thieves in sight,
No one left homeless, in the fading light.
We'll build our village, a vision so true,
Do you agree? Is it right? Is it through?
Yes, agreed! Yes, agreed! Yes, agreed! Yes, agreed!