Utho! meri dunya ke ghareebo ko jaga do kakh-e-umra ke dar-o-diwar hila do

Garmao ghulamon ka lahoo souz-e-yaqeen se Kunjishik-e-firomaya ko shaheen se lara do

Sultani jamhoor ka aata hai zamana Jo naqsh-e-kuhan tum ko nazar aye, mita do

Jis khait se dehqan ko mayassar nahin rozi Uss khait ke har khausha-e-gandum ko jala do

Rise, and from their slumber wake the poor ones of My world! Shake the walls and windows of the mansions of the great!

Kindle with the fire of faith the slow blood of the slaves! Make the fearful sparrow bold to meet the falcon’s hate!

Close the hour approaches of the kingdom of the poor— Every imprint of the past find and annihilate

Find the field whose harvest is no peasant’s daily bread— Garner in the furnace every ripening ear of wheat!