ai duniya ke man-bap suno ye desh hai kishan-kanhaiya ka
ye bhumi vahi hai pyar jahan lutata tha jashoda maiya ka
lekin is desh me hi ab to, aise bhi abhage hote hai
man-bap ke hote huye bhi jo, hansane ki umar me rote hai

dukhiyo pe kuchh raham karo man-bap hamare
bhule ho jinhe ham wahi bachche hai tumhare
dukhiyo pe kuchh raham karo man-bap hamare
bhule ho jinhe ham wahi bachche hai tumhare
dukhiyo pe kuchh raham karo

ham hai wo diye ruth gai jin se diwali
ham hai wo diye ruth gai jin se diwali
wo phul hai jinase yahan naraz hai mali
ham wo hai jo pyase rahe gaga ke kinare
bhule ho jinhe ham wahi bachche hai tumhare
dukhiyo pe kuchh raham karo

ho, jo ho sake tumase to zara pyar hame do
jo ho sake tumase to zara pyar hame do
ham ro rahe hai hansane ka adhikar hame do
pyar hame do
angan me tumhare hai khade hath pasare
bhule ho jinhe ham wahi bachche hai tumhare
dukhiyo pe kuchh raham karo

maiya zara ek bar hame pas bula lo
maiya zara ek bar hame pas bula lo
bapu hame sasar ki andhi se bacha lo
tumako hamari ankh ka har ansu pukare
bhule ho jinhe ham wahi bachche hai tumhare
dukhiyo pe kuchh raham karo man-bap hamare
bhule ho jinhe ham wahi bachche hai tumhare
dukhiyo pe kuchh raham karo

O parents of this world, attend, this land is Krishna's own,
Where love once bloomed, and Yashoda's heart was known.
Yet in this very soil, a sorrow now takes hold,
Where children weep in laughter's prime, their stories left untold.

Have mercy on the sorrowing, parents, hear our plea,
We are the children you forget, eternally.
Have mercy on the sorrowing, parents, hear our cry,
We are the children you forget, beneath a weeping sky.
Have mercy on the sorrowing.

We are the lamps from whom Diwali fled away,
We are the flowers that the gardener disdains today.
We are the thirsty ones who stand by Ganga's shore,
We are the children you forget, and seek forevermore.
Have mercy on the sorrowing.

Oh, if you can, grant us a measure of your love,
If you can, send down blessings from above.
We weep, grant us the right to laugh and play,
Grant us the love we crave this day.
We stand before your doors with outstretched hands,
We are the children you forget in these barren lands.
Have mercy on the sorrowing.

Mother, call us close, just once, and let us near,
Father, shield us from the world's relentless fear.
Each tear that falls from our eye, calls for your care,
We are the children you forget, beyond compare.
Have mercy on the sorrowing, parents, hear us call,
We are the children you forget, embracing all.
Have mercy on the sorrowing.