Ardaas (No Farmers No Food)

First you made us sit in the cold, now the heat has arrived

Conscience has awakened in us, while shamelessness has taken over you

How many sacrifices has our community made

You forgot them so quickly

Your heart didn't ache even a bit, leaving our elders sitting on the roads

May the heat scorch your body too, so that you finally understand

Even today, when we look at the borders adjoining Delhi

By God, our hair stands on end seeing the elders sitting there

We will say only one thing

She does not turn back our prayers, Delhi, to whom the [Ardaas: congregational Sikh prayer] will go

Either we will go back victorious, or our corpses will leave from here

Oh, you must have heard of pizzas in our [Langar: community kitchen where free food is served]

You must have heard of direct visas being stamped for Canada

You must have heard of pizzas served in our community kitchens

You must have heard of direct visas for Canada for these beautiful girls [Billo: term of endearment for a beautiful girl]

Either our fields will survive, or we will consume [Salphas: aluminum phosphide, a pesticide often used in farmer suicides]

Either we will go back victorious, or our corpses will leave

Either we will go back victorious, or our corpses will leave

Our corpses will leave

You are playing a game of ego

You must have clearly heard of the 32 and 26 [Refers to 32 farm unions and Jan 26th protest]

You must have heard how they can seize Delhi overnight

You must have heard the word 'terrorist' from the mouths of leaders

You must have heard the demand for freedom on the BBC

Trolleys arrive loaded at the protest weekly

Our boys are the sons of your aunts and uncles, Delhi

Oh, tell me, what have you heard about us?

First you heard we were [Jatt: land-owning agricultural community], then you called us thugs, Delhi

Tell me, what have you heard about us?

First you heard we were [Jatt], then you called us thugs, Delhi

I admit our thoughts are separatist to you, Delhi

Did you hear we were farmers or terrorists, Delhi?

Oh, we cannot bear to see them fainting and falling

90-year-olds getting drenched in the rain

Either Punjab will survive, or [Salphas] will consume Punjab

Either we will go back victorious, or our corpses will leave

Either we will go back victorious, or our corpses will leave

Our corpses will leave

21-year-old boys have arrived in the jails

Some call them revolutionaries, and some call them thugs in jails

Oh, the boy plays with death and is not afraid anywhere

Accept it, he is challenging the Central Government

He eats simple food from his mother twice a day, no complaints

But threats come to me three times a day

When his eyes fill with resolve, he becomes a storm

They say the boy has become the voice of the farmers

Some call us warriors, some call us journalists, Delhi

To those who say an Abdali [Invader] will come, my pen is out on bail, though the words are a 20-year sentence

The redness of our eyes will shake your throne, Delhi

My pen is out on bail, even if the words carry a 20-year sentence

Oh, the [Jugni: a poetic spirit/folk bird] sits at the Delhi border, refusing government orders

She says it's either this way or that, the pride of the [Jatt] and Jaats is at stake

This is the [Jugni] of the people from UP

This too is the [Jugni] of the people from UP

This is the [Jugni] of the people from MP

This is the [Jugni] of the people of Hooda [Haryana]

This is now everyone’s [Jugni]

This is now everyone’s...

We make a request to the people of every nation

Lest you have to regret once the time has passed

We fold our hands to the judges and the lawyers

Do not sit there blocking them, keep the logic at the forefront

I swear by your sons, our sons are dying

Place a hand on your heart and tell me, is what they are doing right?

Is it right? Is it right?

Those who remain steadfast at the Delhi front today will be remembered

Now the dogs have teamed up with the thieves

O Punjabis, are you awake or asleep?

O Punjabis, are you awake or asleep?

You have bracelets on your hands and anklets on your feet

We have flags in our hands and we are wounded in our hearts

Oh, I haven't counted on my fingers whose game this is

Everyone’s time comes, the clock strikes the same for all

Oh, our hands are empty but Allah is our protector

A '92 model Ford tractor and a '90 model [Trolley: tractor trailer]

Oh, the slogans roar, we won't stop, the siege is laid from all four sides

This generation is educated, their blood is boiling

Now the lockups will be filled to the brim with our boys

Either we will go back victorious, or our corpses will leave behind

Either we will go back victorious, or our corpses will leave behind

Our corpses will leave

Oh look Delhi, our boys will keep coming like this

You won't find [Jatt] like these again

Oh look Delhi, our boys will keep coming like this

You won't find [Jatt] like these again

Accept the wedding gift properly, Delhi, the [Jatt] wedding procession has come in trolleys

The [Jatt] wedding procession has arrived in trolleys, Delhi

Haryana is the younger brother [Sarbala: best man], Delhi, the procession is in trolleys

The elders, girls, and boys, brothers, have turned tractors into stallions

Look at the high flag fluttering, you've picked a fight with the wrong people

This hot blood will boil, the journalist who speaks of brotherhood

We are ready, throw your tear gas shells, the hand of Baba Bhole is on our heads

This crop of revolution will surely grow, who asked for the keys to the government treasury?

A price will have to be paid for every single grain

This is Haryana, the chief, your tricks won't work here

[Langar] will be distributed, and Diwali will be celebrated too, the Aarti will play alongside [Gurbani: Sikh scriptures]

Long live the farmers, this is the voice of every Indian

Oh, if the Center thinks we are terrorists, then let it be, the responsibility is ours

Tell my sisters and brothers back home

Send the rice-pudding of the [Langar] to the jail

Our boy is innocent, come to get him back

If I go to jail, come to get me back

If I go to jail, come to get me back

If I go to jail, come to get me back

If I go to jail, come to get me back

This is the brotherhood of Haryana and Punjab

This is the brotherhood of Sher Brar, the leader

Do whatever you want, do whatever you can, your brother is known

Your brother stands with the farmers

It's not you but your beloved speaking, she's searching for the [Jatt] on the fridges

The beloved hasn't become spoiled, the [Jaago: awakening/festive procession] has arrived

Oh, we have stationed it in front of Delhi, the [Jaago] has arrived

The [Jaago] has arrived, we have stationed it in front of Delhi, the [Jaago] has arrived

Keep filling the jails, Delhi, break the walls of the prisons

To you it might seem like a protest, but to us it feels like a [Mela: fair/carnival]

To us it feels like a [Mela]

They will drown your staff, Delhi, why do you pick a fight, Delhi?

Our elders are ready to run, they've laid their cots in Chandni Chowk, Delhi

They've laid their cots in Chandni Chowk, Delhi

Oh, we won't feel the heat here, we'll send it over there

Oh, the next target is directly on the EVM [Electronic Voting Machine], our next target is the EVM

The next target is directly on the EVM, our next target is the EVM

We remember everything, which CID agent was with whom

They won't be forgiven, we give a full guarantee

Government, you've started a fight, we accept the handcuffs

we will settle all accounts, for all the good and bad done

We roam like slaves, where have we actually found freedom?

First you snatch our rights, then you call us terrorists

First you incite us yourself, then you call us terrorists

Oh, currently we are answering your sticks with [Langar], if we pick up the sticks, the 'uncles' [Police] won't escape

Those whom you call terrorists, Delhi, if they actually become terrorists, you won't be able to handle them

Those whom you call terrorists, Delhi, if they actually become terrorists, you won't be able to handle them

Those whom you call terrorists, Delhi, if they actually become terrorists, you won't be able to handle them

If you ask us, Delhi, where did we get these utensils from?

Our own sons and daughters work two shifts each there [abroad] to send them

You make us helpless and cast us out, we pull debts out of the world

Some remained in the jungles, some sat in the middle of the oceans

How will you erase the existence of those who write their own destiny, Delhi?

They cross the walls of Mexico, the ones you try to stop with barricades, Delhi

They cross the walls of Mexico, the ones you try to stop with barricades, Delhi

Yes, the reporters of big channels come as supporters of the state

And our elders sit there ready like GK [General Knowledge], they become sharp just by drinking tea and lentils

Today our elders look like the Guru to us, and our mothers are like Mai Bhago [Sikh warrior woman]

As if the Tenth Father [Guru Gobind Singh] himself tied the horses on the paths to Delhi

We have awakened after ages, we stand firm together, let me tell you, we have never been mere guests

We want to stay and tell you, we have never been mere guests

We will see and we will write the story of justice; they cut the water, we chant the [Baani: sacred hymns]

Some MLAs and some MPs might be against us

But mothers have taken their sons in their embrace, this war for rights is now an obsession, Delhi

Our every second generation is sacrificed to you, why have you become so bloody for us, Delhi?

Our every second generation is sacrificed to you, why have you become so bloody for us, Delhi?

The ones whose tires are wider than a leader's chest, we have earned these by staying awake at night

Barricades have been placed behind all paths, these [Jatt] have come from Punjab

Even if the Indian media is sold out, look, they are trending on the BBC

There are wires on the roof, Delhi, the women of the [Jatt] are here, Delhi

They have come to the protest from Punjab, driving their Thars [Jeeps], Delhi

We walk straight, but you play tricks, brother

He is unmatched, with the trolleys and the Thars, brother

The complexions of the [Jatt] are permanent, their eyes are red, brother

He is unmatched, with the trolleys and the Thars, brother

In cities, one city is famous, the city of Delhi

Oh, the one that wouldn't sit still hasn't moved for a month

The [Jatt] sitting there are famous, whose horses are blue

Come, whoever wants to take from us, we will give back the land acre by acre

Come, whoever wants to take from us, we will give back the land acre by acre

Come, whoever wants to take from us, we will give back the land acre by acre

Oh, the train flies, the plane flies, just as the crow and sparrow fly, now our fields fly, first he said the paddy must go

The notes in the banks fly, the people took them and fled, after selling everything he says now the last bit must go

Oh, with great effort we have united, UP, Haryana, Delhi, we won't leave your hand easily

Oh, just tell us the price, Delhi, oh just tell us the price

We will bid higher than the Adanis

Oh, just tell us the price, we will bid higher than the Adanis

There is an Ayurveda Baba in Delhi [Ramdev], sitting silent, who has pressured him?

Those in whose path you spread knives, in return they sow roses, Delhi

Our lone lioness Rihanna is enough, your sold-out Bollywood crowd can move aside

Like Bhagat Singh, we will write from the jails, the lovers of freedom have heated up Delhi

Like Bhagat Singh, we will write from the jails, the lovers of freedom have heated up Delhi

Oh, boys of the village, what are you waiting for? Boys of the village, what are you waiting for? Go and turn the 21 into 31

Punjab is roaring in Delhi, don't just stay sleeping in your homes

Punjab is roaring in Delhi, don't just stay sleeping in your homes

Punjab is roaring in Delhi, don't just stay sleeping in your homes

Punjab is roaring in Delhi

He won't back down, he doesn't refuse our word, our history will speak of our existence

Revolution will grow on the banks where you see our blood spill

They have come in Fortuners and Endeavours, Delhi, we didn't loot these, we earned them, Delhi

We have taken all the secrets from the heads of snakes, we have stolen your sleep, Delhi

Those who ate from our hands three times a day, we have washed our hands of them

Barricades have been placed behind all paths, these [Jatt] have come from Punjab

Even if the Indian media is sold out, flags are flying high on the BBC

Oh look, they've sat on protests despite the wounds, 'Long Live Farming' is written on their headbands

You have made politics and thuggery parallel

Don't inflict a new wound on us, we haven't forgotten '84 [The 1984 anti-Sikh riots]

I am your sister speaking, I am singing a dirge

I am the same one who distributed sweets when you became a victorious officer

Why have you come and tightened the border in front of us today?

Brother, I don't consider you a brother anymore, people used to try and explain it to me

Take a leave and come, brother, father’s corpse has come from the border

Tell me, how much was the price of your father added to your salary this time?

Take a leave and come, brother, father’s corpse has come from the border