dekh bilakhte balak bhi
mang rahe hai nyaye
kaha aaj nirlaj bane chhipe pandiraye
patha ki murat bani pathar ke bhagwan
mat sun dinanath ki o bahre pashan

mere kanth me tera nam sada
kyun karte kanth chori
mere kanth me tera nam sada
kyun karte kanth chori
chit chor hai makhan chor hai tu
main janm janm ki hari
mere mathe pe laga kalank maf karo
charno me shish jhukaun
pad gaya chunariya pe dagan ye fir pat pat kyun aaun
o chakar pad chattan se nyaye ka chakar sawami
main nyaye mangane aai main nyaye mangane aai
anyayi nithur dikhai dikhai dikhai

Weeping infants, faces etched with plea,
Demand a justice, hidden from you and me.
Where now do the shameless ones reside?
Stone gods stand, in stone, they hide.
Deaf stone, do not heed the cries of the poor,
The divine is silent, forevermore.

Your name, a song upon my throat,
Why steal it now, this sacred note?
Your name, a song upon my throat,
Why steal it now, this sacred note?
A thief of minds, a butter thief you be,
Through countless births, defeated, I flee.
Forgive the stain upon my brow,
At your feet, my head I bow.
The veil is stained, why must I tread
Through fallen leaves, now stained and dead?
O, churn the mountain with your wheel of right,
I come for justice, bathed in the fading light.
I come for justice, I come to find,
The unjust, cruel, leaving truth behind.