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Original Lyrics
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English Translation
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| Kya mann mauji befikre the |
How carefree and free spirited they were |
| Kya mann mauji befikre the, maut pe apni haste the |
How carefree and free spirited they were, who laughed even in the face of death |
| Dil mein watan ko rakhne wale sar pe kafan bhi rakhte the |
The ones who carried their nation in their hearts also carried a shroud upon their head |
| Hum joh tiranga lehrayenge |
When we raise the tricolour flag high |
| Hichki banke yaad aayenge |
You will remember us in the form of hiccups |
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| Woh mitti ke bete joh wapas na laute |
Those sons of the soil who never returned |
| Joh wapas na laute woh mitti ke bete |
Those sons of the soil who never returned |
| Woh baanke albele joh wapas na laute |
Those dashing, fearless ones who never returned |
| Joh wapas na laute woh mitti ke bete |
Those sons of the soil who never returned |
| Is mitti ke bete |
The sons of this very land |
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| Ho o ho ... ho o ho ... ho o ho ... woh mitti ke bete |
Ho o ho ... ho o ho ... ho o ho ... those sons of the soil |
| Ho o ho ... ho o ho ... ho o ho ... woh mitti ke bete |
Ho o ho ... ho o ho ... ho o ho ... those sons of the soil |
| Is mitti ke bete |
The sons of this very land |
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| Jiske liye sardar humara jhool gaya tha phande par |
For whom our leader once swung from the gallows |
| Dhool nahi lagne di humne us bedaag tirange par |
We never let even a speck of dust touch that spotless tricolour flag |
| Us bedaag tirange par |
That spotless tricolour flag |
| Us bedaag tirange par |
That spotless tricolour flag |
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| Tera dard tu jaane baba |
Father, only you know your pain |
| Tera dard tu jaane baba, main toh khushi se pagal hoon |
Father, only you know your pain, I've gone mad with pride and joy |
| Jiski godi mein khela main chala ussi ke kandhe par |
The lap in which I once played as a child, I now leave upon those very shoulders |
| Laadle jab sarhad jaayenge |
When your beloved sons will go to the border |
| Hichki banke yaad aayenge |
You will remember us in the form of hiccups |
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| Woh mitti ke bete joh wapas na laute |
Those sons of the soil who never returned |
| Joh wapas na laute woh mitti ke bete |
Those sons of the soil who never returned |
| Woh baanke albele joh wapas na laute |
Those dashing, fearless ones who never returned |
| Joh wapas na laute woh mitti ke bete |
Those sons of the soil who never returned |
| Is mitti ke bete |
The sons of this very land |
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| O chhaliye kahan pata tha tu yaaron ko chhal jayega |
O trickster, who knew you'll deceive even your friends |
| Joh chadhta suraj tha apna woh aise dhal jayega |
Who knew that our rising sun will set in this manner |
| Woh aise dhal jayega |
Will set in this manner |
| Woh aise dhal jayega |
Will set in this manner |
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| Tere bin sarhad se hum bhi |
Without you, even we will return from the border |
| Tere bin sarhad se hum bhi aadhe adhoore lautenge |
Without you, even we will return from the border in an incomplete form |
| Teri chitta mein dheere se kuch apna bhi jal jayega |
A part of me too will burn in your funeral pyre softly |
| Yaar gale jab lag jayenge |
When friends embrace one another |
| Hichki banke yaad aayenge |
You will remember us in the form of hiccups |
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| Woh mitti ke bete joh wapas na laute |
Those sons of the soil who never returned |
| Joh wapas na laute woh mitti ke bete |
Those sons of the soil who never returned |
| Woh baanke albele joh wapas na laute |
Those dashing, fearless ones who never returned |
| Joh wapas na laute woh mitti ke bete |
Those sons of the soil who never returned |
| Is mitti ke bete |
The sons of this very land |
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| Kuch dard kabhi sote hi nahi, vanvaas khatam hote hi nahi |
Some pain never truly sleeps, some exiles never really end |
| Chaukhat pe diye jalte hi rahe kuch ram kabhi laute hi nahi |
Lamps kept burning at the doorstep, yet some sons never returned |
| Kuch ram kabhi laute hi nahi |
Some sons never returned |
| Kuch ram kabhi laute hi nahi |
Some sons never returned |
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| Mere naam ka pyaala bharke ho |
Fill a cup in my name |
| Mere naam ka pyaala bharke barsaaton mein pee lena |
Fill a cup in my name and drink it when the rains fall |
| Baba main toh raha nahi tu meri jawaani jee lena |
Father, I am no longer here but you must live my youth for me |
| Hum jab jann gann mann gayenge |
When we sing the national anthem |
| Hichki banke yaad aayenge |
You will remember us in the form of hiccups |
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| Woh mitti ke bete joh wapas na laute |
Those sons of the soil who never returned |
| Joh wapas na laute woh mitti ke bete |
Those sons of the soil who never returned |
| Woh baanke albele joh wapas na laute |
Those dashing, fearless ones who never returned |
| Joh wapas na laute woh mitti ke bete |
Those sons of the soil who never returned |
| Is mitti ke bete |
The sons of this very land |
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| Ho o ho ... ho o ho ... ho o ho ... woh mitti ke bete |
Ho o ho ... ho o ho ... ho o ho ... those sons of the soil |
| Ho o ho ... ho o ho ... ho o ho ... woh mitti ke bete |
Ho o ho ... ho o ho ... ho o ho ... those sons of the soil |
| Is mitti ke bete |
The sons of this very land |
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