aurat ne janam diya mardo ko , mardo ne use bazar diya
jab ji chaha masla kuchla, jab ji chaha dutkar diya
aurat ne janam diya mardo ko

tulati hai kahi dinaro me, bikti hai kahi bazaro me
nangi nachavai jati hai, aiyyasho ke darbaro me
ye vo beizzat chiz hai jo, bat jati hai izzatdaro me
aurat ne janam diya mardo ko

mardo ke liye har zulm rava, aurat ke liye rona bhi khata
mardo ke liye lakho seje, aurat ke liye bas ek chita
mardo ke liye har aish ka haq, aurat ke liye jina bhi saza
aurat ne janam diya mardo ko

jin hotho ne inko pyar kiya, un hotho ka vyapar kiya
jis kokh me inka jism dhala, us kokh ka karobar kiya
jis tan se uge kopal ban kar, us tan ko zalil-o-khar kiya
aurat ne janam diya mardo ko

mardo ne banayi jo rasme, unko haq ka farmaan kaha
aurat ke zinda jalne ko, kurbani aur balidaan kaha
kismat ke badle roti di, usko bhi ehsaan kaha
aurat ne janam diya mardo ko

sansaar ki har ek besharmi, gurbat ki god me palti hai
chaklo me hi aa ke rukati hai, faako se jo raah nikalti hai
mardo ki havas hai jo aksar, aurat ke paap me dhalti hai
aurat ne janam diya mardo ko

aurat sansaar ki qismat hai, fir bhi taqdir ki heti hai
avatar payambar janati hai, phir bhi shaitan ki beti hai
ye vo badaqismat maa hai jo, beto ki sez pe leti hai
aurat ne janam diya mardo ko
aurat ne janam diya mardo ko, mardo ne use bazar diya
jab ji chaha masla kuchla, jab ji chaha dutkar diya
aurat ne janam diya mardo ko

She birthed the men, she did,
And they made of her a market,
Squeezed her like a fruit when they pleased,
Cast her aside when they tired.
She birthed the men.

Weighed and measured in gold coins,
Sold in the bustling bazaars,
Naked, she dances for pleasure,
In the palaces of the lecherous.
This object of dishonor,
Is passed amongst the honorable.
She birthed the men.

For men, all cruelty is allowed,
For women, even tears are a sin.
For men, a thousand beds of ease,
For women, but a pyre.
For men, the right to all pleasure,
For women, even life is a punishment.
She birthed the men.

The lips that loved them,
Were made into a trade.
The womb in which they formed,
Was turned into a business.
The body from which they blossomed,
Was humiliated and scorned.
She birthed the men.

The customs men created,
They called the decrees of right.
To burn a woman alive,
They called a sacrifice and offering.
For fate, they gave her bread,
And called it a favor.
She birthed the men.

All the world's shame,
Is cradled in poverty's arms.
It gathers in the brothels,
Where starvation finds its path.
Men's lust, so often,
Molds into woman's sin.
She birthed the men.

Woman is the world's fate,
Yet she is scorned by destiny.
She gives birth to prophets and saints,
Yet she is the devil's daughter.
This unfortunate mother,
Lies upon her sons' beds.
She birthed the men.
She birthed the men, she did,
And they made of her a market,
Squeezed her like a fruit when they pleased,
Cast her aside when they tired.
She birthed the men.