chod aayodhya ke mahal chali ram ke sath
sati pati ke sath hai din ho chahe raat
bharat ki naari bigadi ko banaane chali hai
takdeer se takdeer ko thukarane chali hai
bharat ki naari bigadi ko banaane chali hai
choda hai usne motiyon mahalo se wasta
hss ke bna rahi hai wo kanto me raasta
wo aandhiyon ke beech me muskane chali hai
bharat ki naari bigadi ko banaane chali hai
takdeer se takdeer ko thukarane chali hai
bharat ki naari bigadi ko banaane chali hai
kismat bhi khela karti hai jaise khel nirale
kismat bhi khela karti hai jaise khel nirale
saal do saal beet gaye hai mahalo ke rahne wale
mahalo kutiyon ke bhed ko mitane chali hai
bharat ki naari bigadi ko banaane chali hai
takdeer se takdeer ko thukarane chali hai
bharat ki naari bigadi ko banaane chali hai

jaha pati ki chaaya padti hota wahi ujala
jaha pati ki chaaya padti hota wahi ujala
gandhari patiyon ka sar hota hai rakhwala
geeta kanth se paap ko thukarane chali hai
bharat ki naari bigadi ko banaane chali hai
takdeer se takdeer ko thukarane chali hai
bharat ki naari bigadi ko banaane chali hai
tod nahi sakta hai koi pati ke sat ka joda
maut bhi saaya ban jati hai hsta hua sawera
hsta hua sawera
jivan ki naiya lahro se takrane chali hai
bharat ki naari bigadi ko banaane chali hai
takdeer se takdeer ko thukarane chali hai
bharat ki naari bigadi ko banaane chali hai

sach ke bal se ja sakti aakash ya patal me
tufaano ka bal rahta hai ek sati ki chaal me
har ghar me sat ki jyoti ko jagaane chali hai
bharat ki naari bigadi ko banaane chali hai
takdeer se takdeer ko thukarane chali hai
bharat ki naari bigadi ko banaane chali hai
bharat ki naari bigadi ko banaane chali hai
sati ke sat ke vart ki puri hui priksha
sati pati ki parchayi hai man bhawan ye shiksha
jeet hui takder ki dur hate tufan
sara bharat dekh raha hai ek sati ki shaan
sara bharat dekh raha hai ek sati ki shaan
sara bharat dekh raha hai ek sati ki shaan

Leaving the palace of Ayodhya, she walks with Ram,
A sati with her husband, come day or night,
India's woman, to mend what's been undone,
To defy fate, the course she has begun.
India's woman, to mend what's been undone,
She's forsaken pearls and palace walls,
Smiling, she makes a path through thorns,
Through storms, she chooses to smile on,
India's woman, to mend what's been undone,
To defy fate, the course she has begun.
India's woman, to mend what's been undone.

Fate, it too, plays its whimsical games,
Fate, it too, plays its whimsical games,
Years have passed, those who dwelt in halls,
She sets forth to bridge the divide,
India's woman, to mend what's been undone,
To defy fate, the course she has begun.
India's woman, to mend what's been undone.

Where her husband's shadow falls, light appears,
Where her husband's shadow falls, light appears,
For a wife, her husband is God, her keeper,
From her throat, the Gita, to cast out sin,
India's woman, to mend what's been undone,
To defy fate, the course she has begun.
India's woman, to mend what's been undone.

None can break the bond of a husband's truth,
Even death becomes a dawn, a smiling light,
The boat of life, on waves, she sets to sail,
India's woman, to mend what's been undone,
To defy fate, the course she has begun.
India's woman, to mend what's been undone.

With truth's strength, she can reach heavens or hell,
A sati's grace, subdues the strongest gale,
In every home, to awaken truth's flame,
India's woman, to mend what's been undone,
To defy fate, the course she has begun.
India's woman, to mend what's been undone.
India's woman, to mend what's been undone.

The sati's vow, its test, complete,
A wife's shadow, her husband's sweet reflection,
Fate is conquered, the storms subside,
All of India beholds a sati's pride,
All of India beholds a sati's pride,
All of India beholds a sati's pride.