dil me duaye hai aankho me pani
aanchal se bahti hai amrit ki dhara
jo lut chuki thi waqt ke hatho se
us ma ki mamta ka tu hain dulara
tu hai dulara

mariam nahi mai yashoda nahi mai
to phir kaise bhagwan tujhko banau
mere laal main to ye koshish karungi
ki ek papi inshan tujhko banau
tu mera sahara tu jan meri hai
jigar ka hai tukda tu aankho ka tara
dil me duaye hain aankho me pani
aanchal se bahti hai amrit ki dhara
jo lut chuki thi waqt ke hatho se
us ma ki mamta ka tu hai dulara

Within my heart, prayers take flight, in eyes, a wellspring weeps,
From my garment flows a river, where nectar gently sleeps.
From hands of Time, what's been stolen, in fragments, torn and bare,
You are the beloved darling, of a mother's tender care.
You are the darling.

I am no Mary, no Yashoda's grace,
How then, my God, your form embrace?
My dearest child, with all my might,
I'll strive to fashion you, pure light.
You are my solace, breath of my soul,
A piece of my liver, the star that makes me whole.
Within my heart, prayers take flight, in eyes, a wellspring weeps,
From my garment flows a river, where nectar gently sleeps.
From hands of Time, what's been stolen, in fragments, torn and bare,
You are the beloved darling, of a mother's tender care.