tumhe kasam hai apni ma ki jiski tum santan ho
aaj dikha do duniya ko ke tum marde mdan ho
titli kalir ki titli kalir ki titli kalir ki hoye
titli kalir ki titli kalir ki titli kalir ki hoye
tumhe kasam hai apni ma ki jiski tum santan ho
aaj dikha do duniya ko ke tum marde mdan ho
titli kalir ki titli kalir ki titli kalir ki hoye
titli kalir ki titli kalir ki titli kalir ki hoye

hara bhara ek gav tha char the usme bhai
hindu muslim sikh isai sab aazad sab aabad
sat smandar par se aaya ek chalak vpayari arey
sabko usne maska mara chamcha tha wo bhari
phir usne vaypar zmaya charsobis ka rang dikhaya
bhai ko bhai se ladaya malik ko nokar banaya
khub bhayi ulti ganga kuch aisi tadbir ki
titli kalir ki titli kalir ki titli kalir ki hoye
titli kalir ki titli kalir ki titli kalir ki hoye
titli kalir ki titli kalir ki titli kalir ki hoye
hoye hoye hoye hoye hoye hoye

teri fansi banegi jo gulami ki zanzir ki
titli kalir ki titli kalir ki titli kalir ki hoye
titli kalir ki titli kalir ki titli kalir ki hoye
hoye hoye hoye hoye hoye hoye

arey sun oo mr. polampol tu hai bilkul khali dol
arey tera sara khul gaya khol arey kar na ab tu talam tol
arey teri ghanti baj gayi yaar aye kar le apna bistar gol
jaha se aaya wahi ko bhag mai samjhu duniya hai gol
inkalab zindabad mulak ka dushman murdabad
inkalab zindabad mulak ka dushman murdabad

By the sacred bond of your mother's womb,
You, her offspring, rise and bloom.
Show the world today, with a valiant heart,
That you are a warrior, a brand new start.
A butterfly, a bud, a butterfly, a bud...

By the sacred bond of your mother's womb,
You, her offspring, rise and bloom.
Show the world today, with a valiant heart,
That you are a warrior, a brand new start.
A butterfly, a bud, a butterfly, a bud...

A verdant village, four brothers strong,
Hindus, Muslims, Sikhs, Christians, where all belong.
Free and prosperous, a harmonious scene,
Until a cunning merchant crossed the ocean green.
He flattered all, a sycophant's art,
Then played his colors, a deceptive start.
He sowed discord, brother against brother's plight,
Turning masters to slaves, stealing the light.
He twisted the river, a vile design,
A butterfly, a bud, a butterfly, a bud...
A butterfly, a bud, a butterfly, a bud...
A butterfly, a bud, a butterfly, a bud...
Hoy, hoy, hoy, hoy, hoy, hoy...

Your gallows will be the chains of slavery's hold.
A butterfly, a bud, a butterfly, a bud...
A butterfly, a bud, a butterfly, a bud...
Hoy, hoy, hoy, hoy, hoy, hoy...

Listen, Mr. Polamapal, you're an empty shell,
Your secrets are laid bare, the truth you can't quell.
Your time is up, the bell has rung,
Pack your bags and flee, where you belong.
Go back to the source, understand the circle's sway,
Revolution's cry echoes, the nation's foe must pay.
Revolution's cry echoes, the nation's foe must pay.