sadiyo se sada deti rahi hawao ki beti
koi nahi sunta magar mazlum ki fariyad
bazar me baithi aurat ko apna le koi dastur nahi
hum sita jhulekha kaise bane kuch logo ko manjur nahi
manjur nahi bazar me baithi aurat ko

aurat ki pnaho me aksar mardo ko khushi mil jati hai
aurat ki pnaho me aksar mardo ko khushi mil jati hai
mardo ki pnaho me lekin aurat ab tak masrur nahi
masrur nahi bazar me baithi aurat ko

kya kahte hai kya karte hai kya kahte hai kya karte hai
kuch inki zuba ka pas nahi ye chahe kisi par zulm kare
ye log kahi mazbur nahi mazbur nahi
bazar me baithi aurat ko apna le koi dastur nahi
hum sita jhulekha kaise bane kuch logo ko manjur nahi
manjur nahi bazar me baithi aurat ko

ye dino dharam ke rakhwale ye andhe smazo ke malik
apne matlab ke diwane ye jhute riwazo ke malik
kab apni ijat ki tarha aurat ki ijat samjhenge
aurat to ghar ki jinat hai kab uski azmat samjhenge
kab uski azmat samjhenge kab uski azmat samjhenge

Daughter of winds, she whispers through the ages,
A plea unheard, a lament in the air.
No custom embraces the woman in the market,
How can we be Sita, or Zulekha, they do not care.
They do not care for the woman in the market.

In a woman's embrace, men often find joy,
In a woman's embrace, men often find joy,
But in men's embrace, a woman finds no peace,
No joy for the woman in the market.

What they preach, what they do, their words are hollow,
They crave to inflict, a heartless decree.
These people are not bound, they are not bound,
No custom embraces the woman in the market,
How can we be Sita, or Zulekha, they do not care.
They do not care for the woman in the market.

Guardians of faith, masters of blind societies,
Lost in their own desires, lords of false traditions.
When will they value a woman's honor,
As they value their own?
She is the home's adornment, when will they grasp her glory?
When will they grasp her glory?
When will they grasp her glory?