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Lyrics of Haq Mangate Hai Apne Pasine Ka - हक़ माँगते हैं अपने पसीने का
haq mangte hai apne pasine ka
adhikar hame bhi hai jine ka
haq mangte hai apne pasine ka
adhikar hame bhi hai jine ka
haq mangte hai apne pasine ka
tum lakh amiro aish karo ham dekh tumhe kab jalte hai
ham dekh tumhe kab jalte hai
saye me tumhare mahlo ke lekin kitne gam palte hai
dekho to nazara aake kabhi gam khane aansu pine ka
haq mangte hai apne pasine ka
adhikar hame bhi hai jine ka
haq mangte hai apne pasine ka
mehnat pe hamari hi tumne ye shishmahal hai khada kiya
ye shishmahal hai khada kiya
tum jinko chota kahte ho in choto ne tumko bada kiya
kyu saal ke piche chubhta hai phir bonas ek mahine ka
haq mangte hai apne pasine ka
adhikar hame bhi hai jine ka
haq mangte hai apne pasine ka
tum khud bhi jiyo aur jine do hai mang yahi mazduro ki
hai mang yahi mazduro ki
insaaf karo insaf karo ab aah na lo mazduro ki
shola na kahi bankar bhadke ab tak jo dhua hai sine ka
haq mangte hai apne pasine ka
adhikar hame bhi hai jine ka
haq mangte hai apne pasine ka
adhikar hame bhi hai jine ka
haq mangte hai apne pasine ka
Poetic Translation - Lyrics of Haq Mangate Hai Apne Pasine Ka
We claim the right of sweat, our own,
The right to breathe, to life, is known.
We claim the right of sweat, our own.
Though you feast, the rich and grand,
We watch, untouched, across the land.
But shadows fall where your great towers stand,
And sorrows bloom, a hidden strain,
Come see the feast of tears and pain.
We claim the right of sweat, our own,
The right to breathe, to life, is known.
We claim the right of sweat, our own.
Upon our toil, your palaces arise,
The glass that gleams before your eyes.
The small you scorn, they made you rise.
Why stings the bonus, one month's fleeting art?
A prick that tears the weary heart.
We claim the right of sweat, our own,
The right to breathe, to life, is known.
We claim the right of sweat, our own.
Live, and let live, this plea we send,
The working hands, their cause defend.
Justice, justice, let it mend,
No curse, no sigh from labors' plight.
Or fire will burst, from smoldering night,
The smoke within the heart's deep hold.
We claim the right of sweat, our own,
The right to breathe, to life, is known.
We claim the right of sweat, our own,
The right to breathe, to life, is known.
We claim the right of sweat, our own.
This Poetic Translation, in English, has been provided mainly for those users who do not understand Hindi. This is a basic translation and could have minor mistakes. Thanks.
