zulm phir zulm hai, baRhta hai to miT jaataa hai
Khoon phir Khoon hai, Tapkega to jam jaayega
Khaak-e-sehra pe jame yaa kaf-e-qaatil pe jame
farq-e-insaaf pe yaa paa-e-salaasal pe jame
teGh-e-bedaad pe yaa laasha-e-bismil pe jame
Khoon phir Khoon hai Tapkega to jam jaayega
laakh baiThe koi chhup chhup ke kameeN gaahoN meiN
Khoon Khud deta hai jalaadoN ke maskan ka suraaGh
saazisheiN laaKh uRaati raheiN zulmat ka naqaab
le ke har booNd nikalti hai hatheli pe chiraaGh
zulm kii qismat-e-nakaarah-o-rusvaa se kaho
jab’r kii hikmat-e-purkaar ke eema se kaho (eema = permission)
mehmal-e-majlis-e-aqwaam kii laila se kaho
Khoon diiwana hai, daaman pe lapak sakta hai
shola-e-tuNd hai, Khirman pe lapak sakta hai
tum ne jis Khoon ko maqtal meiN dabaanaa chaaha
aaj vo kuchaa-o-bazaar meiN aa nikla hai
kahiiN shola kahiiN naarah kahiiN patthar ban ke
Khoon chalta hai to rukta nahiiN sangeeno se
sar jo uThtaa hai to dabtaa nahiiN aaeeno se
zulm ki baat hi kya, zulm ki auqaat hi kya
zulm bas zulm hai, aaGhaaz se anjaam talak
Khoon phir Khoon hai, so shakl badal sakta hai
aisi shakleiN ke miTaaoo to miTaaye na bane
aise shole k bujhaao to bujhaaye na bane
aise naare k dabaao to dabaaye na bane
BLOOD IS BUT BLOOD !
Oppression is sill oppression
If it increases then it vanishes
Blood is sill blood
If it spills, it must clot.
Whether it clots on the sands of the desert
or it clots on the hands of the killer
Whether it clots on the head of the justice or around the shackled feet
or it clots on the javelin of the injustice or on the dead body of the injured
Blood is still blood
if it spills, it must clot.
However much one lies in his hideouts,
Blood gives evidence of the executioner's chest,
Conspiracies may cover up the oppressor in lakhs of black masks
Every drop of blood will come out with a burning lamp on its palm.
Tell oppression’s useless and infamous fate
Tell cruelty’s crafty Imam
Tell the UN Security Council
Blood is mad
It can leap up to the cloak
It is an inferno, it can flare up to burn grain-stock.
The blood you sought to suppress in abattoir
Today that blood has moved out into street and the market,
It has become somewhere as ember, somewhere it has come out as a slogan and somewhere it has come out in the shape of a stone
When blood comes to flow,
It cannot be stopped by Bayonets
Head, once it is raised
Is not downed by any constitutional law.
What is there about oppression?
What is its there about its strength?
Oppression is but oppression
From beginning to end
Blood is still blood
Myriad form it can assume
it can assume any forms,
such forms which cannot be rubbed out however hard one tries to rub them out,
such embers which cannot be extinguished however hard one tries to extinguish them.
such Slogans which cannot be suppressed however hard one tries to suppress them.