Pa Ba-Jolan Chalo

aaj bazaar main pa bajolan chalo

Chashm-e-nam, jaan-e-shoreeda kafi nahin

Tohmat-e-ishq-posheeda kafi nahin

Lets grace the ball shackled in anklets today

A dewy glance, a moiling heart suffice naught

Bearing the charge for unclaimed love counts naught

aaj bazaar main pa-bajolan chalo

Lets grace the ball shackled in anklets today

Dast afshan chalo, mast-o-raqsan chalo

Khak bar sar chalo, khoon badaman chalo

Lets march chanting victory slogans. Ecstatic. Elated...

Dirt ridden, or be blood stained, even then march along

Rah takta hai sub shehr-e-janaan chalo

Hakim-e-shehr bhi, majma-e-aam bhi

To the awaiting city of my darling, my love, lets march along!

Look, there's the monarch, the subject as well

Teer-e-ilzam bhi, sang-e-dushnam bhi

Subh-e-nashaad bhi, roz-e-naakaam bhi

The sting of the pointing finger, the hurt of the hurled insult as well

There's the dull morn, the day of loss as well

Unka dum-saaz apnay siwa kaun hai

Shehr-e-janaan main ab baa-sifa kaun hai

Dast-e-qatil kay shayan raha kaun hai

Who else could be a company, but I?

In the land of beloved, is there any who still holds the turban?

who still supports the head to deserve the axe? 

Rakht-e-dil bandh lo, dil figaro chalo

Phir hameen qatl ho aain yaro chalo

On this saunter of soul, march on ye wounded of the heart 

Let again it be I to paint the gallows red!

Poet: Faiz Ahmed Faiz

Inept translation: Mine.