unch nich ka pahiya karta nirdosho ko chur
o samaj ke thekedaro ye kaisa dastur
chita ki lakdi tan ka dhacha
dono jal kar rakh hue
mukt hue wo pran ke jin par
jurm tumhare lakh hue

janam diya jis maa ne usne bhi upkar kiya
usse badi maa wo hai jisne maa ka pyar diya

is dunia me sabko pyari apni hi santan hai
begano ko apna mane uska pyar mahan hai
janam diya jis maa ne usne bhi upkar kiya
usse badi maa wo hai jisne maa ka pyar diya

kichad me ho ya kyari me kichad me ho ya kyari me
phul to aakhir phul hai kisi phul ko nich samjhna
ye mali ki bhul hai janam diya jis maa ne
usne bhi upkar kiya usse badi maa wo hai
jisne maa ka pyar diya

jo na bigad kar ban sakti ho aisi koi bat nahi
ek bhi dil me jab tak mamta balak koi anath nahi
balak koi anath nahi janam diya jis maa ne
usne bhi upkar kiya usse badi maa wo hai
jisne maa ka pyar diya

The wheel of highs and lows crushes the innocent,
Oh, custodians of society, what cruel testament.
The pyre's wood, a body's frame,
Both consumed to ash and dust,
Souls are freed, those burdened by,
A million sins you've thrust.

The mother who gave birth, her act, a grace,
But greater is the mother, who shows love's embrace.

In this world, each cherishes their own kin,
To embrace the stranger, that's love's triumph within.
The mother who gave birth, her act, a grace,
But greater is the mother, who shows love's embrace.

Whether in mud or in a garden's bed,
A flower remains a flower, let that be said.
To deem any flower lowly, is a gardener's mistake,
The mother who gave birth, her act a grace,
But greater is the mother, who shows love's embrace.

No truth exists, a heart cannot mend,
While love remains, no child is bereft, no end.
No child is orphaned, for love's bright gleam,
The mother who gave birth, her act a grace,
But greater is the mother, who shows love's embrace.