amma ek roti de baba ek roti de
amma ek roti de baba ek roti de
bhukhe bache mang rahe hai
kabse hath pasar ke
amma ek roti de baba ek roti de

ek nahi to adhi dede adha pet hi bhar lenge
ek nahi to adhi dede adha pet hi bhar lenge
rukhi sukhi jo bhi milegi
khake gujara kar lenge
sab khate hai or hum kab se
khade hai man ko mar ke
amma ek roti de baba ek roti de

dudh malai na mange laddu peda na mange
dudh malai na mange laddu peda na mange
roti ka tukda dilwado rupya paisa na mange
chota sa ye pet hamara sabse kahe pukar ke
amma ek roti de baba ek roti de

tune or tere bacho ne jo bhi jutha choda hai
tune or tere bacho ne jo bhi jutha choda hai
pas bulakr dede hamko
bahut ho chahe thoda hai
kuch to de do yu hi na lauta dena dutkar ke
amma ek roti de baba ek roti de
bhukhe bache mang rahe hai
kabse hath pasar ke
amma ek roti de baba ek roti de

Mother, a bread, Father, a bread, bestow,
Mother, a bread, Father, a bread, bestow.
Hunger’s children, they implore,
With outstretched hands, before.
Mother, a bread, Father, a bread, bestow.

If not a whole, then half, we’ll take,
If not a whole, then half, our bellies make.
Dry or stale, whatever you can spare,
We'll find a way, a life to bear.
All others feast, while we, for long,
Have stood, our spirits wrung.
Mother, a bread, Father, a bread, bestow.

Not milk nor cream, not sweets we crave,
Not milk nor cream, no delicacies to save.
A humble bread, a morsel small,
No silver coin, we call.
This tiny belly, it cries aloud,
In every hungry crowd.
Mother, a bread, Father, a bread, bestow.

The scraps, the crumbs your kin might cast,
The scraps, the crumbs, that quickly passed,
Bring them near, and let us share,
A little portion, beyond compare.
Give something, do not turn away,
Do not in scorn, this day.
Mother, a bread, Father, a bread, bestow.
Hunger’s children, they implore,
With outstretched hands, before.
Mother, a bread, Father, a bread, bestow.