Let us, the people,
Join hands and be one
Against our oppressors and exploiters.

They call us their strength,
The power lies in their hands
They call themselves humble servants of the masses,
They force us to bow to them.
Their joy soars to the seventh sky
Seeing us genuflect before them.

Their weight and girth increase like the waxing moon;
Our blood diminishes like the waning moon.

We pay the taxes
Perks they enjoy just by raising hands,
Whoever it is our turn,
Committees are formed, commissions constituted for the dole
By the time that auspicious time comes
For the dole to be doled out
The very purpose seems defeated.

We work day and night
With full circle of the Earth round the Sun
Circle after circle,
The harvest they reap;
The trees we plant, the fruit they eat;
The fruits we pluck, the juice they drink;
Their cheeks redden, our cheeks wane;
Their princes enjoy the cake and ale, our Lazaruses crave.

We are the ones who build palaces,
For resting our head we have no ground;
Soft and silky clothes bedeck their bodies,
We cry for linen to shroud or bones.

We are the strength,
We are the means
Of our land’s sky-high ideals and accomplishments;
These they claim as their achievements.
Shoed are we away
Even when we dare to have a glance of our finished work;
They say the money’s their
We have no right to claim
Even the sweat and blood we shed.

Even today, in this third millennium
Of known human history
We have to plod and sweat, starve and shiver
Without any reward for our sweat and blood.

Horrendous! Horrendous!

Let’s, the people, be one
And join hands
Against all the oppressions and exploitations,
Against all the kings and queens,
Against all Temurs and Czars,
Against all Hitlers and Napoleons
For our bread and butter.

Let us, let us, let us
Join hands to show our might.