o re o mere lal o re o mere lal
dunia ki har maa apne bete ko lori suna ke sulaye
dunia ki har maa apne bete ko lori suna ke sulaye
ek abhagan mai hi aisi jo lori suna ke jagaye
lori suna ke jagaye ho re o mere lal

ye din kab jaye ga vo din kab aayega mera lal ankhiya kholega
hoga dunia me shor meri mamta ka mor angana mere jis din dolega
ek dukhyari maa ek dukhyari maa dekho kab se aankh lagaye
lori suna ke jagaye ho re o mere lal

badali chhayi hui ghir ke aayi hui kyu na barkha angna barse
god kabse bhari fir bhi mamta bhari teri maa ko kahe isko tarse
ek majbur maa ek majbur maa chain
aaye to kaise paye lori suna ke jagaye
dunia ki har maa apne bete ko lori suna ke sulaye
ek abhagan mai hi aisi jo lori suna ke jagaye
lori suna ke jagaye ho re o mere lal

Oh, my crimson, oh, my crimson child,
Each mother cradles, lulls her son to sleep,
Each mother sings a lullaby so mild,
But I, the wretched, wake where others keep.
I wake, with lullaby, oh, my crimson child.

When will that day relinquish its hold?
My son will open eyes, the world will gleam,
The world will roar, my love a story told,
My peacock joy will dance within my dream.
A mother's grief, a mother's tear, since when,
I wake, with lullaby, oh, my crimson child.

The clouds gather, a shroud of gray descends,
Why does no rain embrace my lonely space?
My barren lap, my love still transcends,
A mother’s heart, a desperate, yearning trace.
A mother bound, a mother's plight,
How finds she rest?
I wake, with lullaby,
Each mother cradles, lulls her son to sleep,
But I, the wretched, wake where others keep.
I wake, with lullaby, oh, my crimson child.