aao aao kahani suno
bepane besate dal ki
aao aao kahani suno
bepane besate dal ki
ye kahani anokhi nirali
hai ye ghar ghar ki bat ji
aao aao kahani suno
bepane besate dal ki

lakho se mehnat kara ke akela
khata hai trepan ke sal me
lakho se mehnat kara ke akela
khata hai trepan ke sal me
mehnat karenge batenge khayenge
hilmil ke tresath ke sal me
mehnat karenge batenge khayenge
hilmil ke trestah ke sal me
aao aao kahani suno
bepane besate dal ki

mehma ko dikha ke band darwaje
karte hai trepan ke sal me
mehma ko dikha ke band darwaje
karte hai trepan ke sal me
sawagat karenge bade prem aadar se
mehma ka tresath ke sal me
sawagat karenge bade prem aadar se
mehma ka tresath ke sal me
aao aao kahani suno
bepane besate dal ki

roti ke tukde ko rote tarste hai
wo taz trepan ke sal me
roti ke tukde ko rote tarste hai
wo taz trepan ke sal me
nadiya bahengi dudh dahi ghi ki
aagan me tresath ke sal me
nadiya bahengi dudh dahi ghi ki
aagan me tresath ke sal me
aao aao kahani suno
bepane besate dal ki

billi ki myau
billi ki myau se bache humare
darte hai trepan ke sal me
shero se panja
shero se panja ladayenge balak
bharat ke tresath ke sal me
aao aao kahani suno
bepane besate dal ki

kitne hi kapti kalankit dagabaz
bande hai trepan ke sal me
kitne hi kapti kalankit daga baz
bande hai trepan ke sal me
ghar ghar me gandhi ghar ghar jawahar
chamkege tresath ke sal me
ghar ghar me gandhi ghar ghar jawahar
chamkege tresath ke sal me
aao aao kahani suno
bepane besate dal ki
ye kahani anokhi nirali
hai ye ghar ghar ki bat ji
aao aao kahani suno
bepane besate dal ki

Come, listen, a tale unfolds,
Of a barren branch's plight.
A story peculiar, untold,
A truth in every light.
Come, listen, a tale unfolds,
Of a barren branch's plight.

Through labor of a million hands, alone,
He feasts in the fifty-third year.
Through labor of a million hands, alone,
He feasts, consumed by fear.
But work we shall, and share the gain,
Together in the sixty-third year.
But work we shall, and share the gain,
Together banish every tear.
Come, listen, a tale unfolds,
Of a barren branch's plight.

Glory displayed behind closed doors,
They revel in the fifty-third year.
Glory displayed behind closed doors,
Concealing all that's drear.
But welcome, with love and gentle grace,
Glory in the sixty-third year.
But welcome, with love and gentle grace,
The dawn of hope so clear.
Come, listen, a tale unfolds,
Of a barren branch's plight.

For crumbs of bread, they weep and yearn,
Beneath the crown in the fifty-third year.
For crumbs of bread, they weep and yearn,
Consumed by doubt and fear.
But rivers of milk, of curd and ghee,
Flow through the courtyard in the sixty-third year.
But rivers of milk, of curd and ghee,
Will banish every tear.
Come, listen, a tale unfolds,
Of a barren branch's plight.

The cat's soft mew,
The cat's soft mew, our children dread,
In the confines of the fifty-third year.
The lion's paw,
The lion's paw, our children's might will lend,
To India in the sixty-third year.
Come, listen, a tale unfolds,
Of a barren branch's plight.

How many deceitful, stained, betraying,
Lie in wait in the fifty-third year?
How many deceitful, stained, betraying,
Whisper doubt, inspire fear?
But in every home, a Gandhi's grace,
And Nehru's fire in the sixty-third year.
But in every home, a Gandhi's grace,
Will banish every tear.
Come, listen, a tale unfolds,
Of a barren branch's plight.
A story peculiar, untold,
A truth in every light.
Come, listen, a tale unfolds,
Of a barren branch's plight.