Why do they keep living only in desire of death?
These lovely fields, whose bloom is bursting out,
Why does only hunger keep growing in them?
(kyun faqat marne ki hasret men jiya karti hain?/
yeh haseen khet, phata parta hai joban jinka/
kis kiye un men faqat bhuk uga karti hai)
Speak, for your two lip are free;
Speak, your tongue is still your own;
This straight body is still yours
Speak, your life is still your own.
(bol ke lab azad hain tere/
bol zabaan ab tak teri hai/
tera sutwan jism hai tera/
bol ke jan ab tak teri hai)