ek din ek khajan chidiya apne lol me eko dana leke chalal jai rahal
jake batho rahal eko khuta par to dana uh me gir gal
wo gai badyi ke pas badyi badyi khuta chiro khuta me mor dal hai
ka khai ka piyi ka leke pardesh jayi to badyi bolal
eko dana ke baste ham khuto chirab ja bhag yaha se

ab badyi tu ka bhuj we ek dana me hamri duniya b
to dukhi ho gayil fir gayil raja ke pas
raja raja badyi dato badyi badyi na khuta chire
khute me mori dal hai ka khai ka piyi ka leke pardesh jayi
to raja bolal ek dana ke baste ham badyi ko datev
jaa bhag yha se baklol

chidiya himat nhi ke haral fir gai rani ke pas
rani rani rani raja samjhao raja raja na badyi date
badyi na khuta chire khuta me mori dal hai
ek dana ke baste ham raja samjhaya badmas khi ki ja bhag yha se

ab aayl uko gusa gayil sap ke pas
sap sap rani daso rani rani na raja samjaya
raja na badyi date badyi na khuta chire khute me mor dal hai
sapo bolal ham na jaye fir wo gayil lathi ke pas
lathi bolal dalas hamra chahi santi

hey jab dekha jab mar pit karela hamra dana baste santi
fir gayil aag ke pas aag aag lathi jalao lathi na sap mare
sap na rani dese rani na raja samjaya raja na badyi date
badayi na khuta chire khute me mor dal hai
ka khai ka piyi ka lake pardesh jayi okar bad gayi smunder ke pas

smunder smunder aag bhujao aag aag na lathi jalaye
lathi na sap mare sap na rani dase
rani na raja samjaye smunder bolal nahi hey smunder pat etna badka or dil bita barka fir gayil hathi ke pas
hathi hathi smunder shoko smunder to hathi bolal aacha
chalal ham chalat hai hathi ke pas himat wa himat
shok sakat ekai sudag me mager himat dekhe
dono ki gayil smunder ke pas to smunder bolal

hamko shoko wokho mat koi ham to aag bhuja banoi
ab aaye na reste pe chala aage badal
aag bolal hamko bhuja bhujao mat koi
ham ta lathi jla chaloi
ase ki karke lathi bolal ham sap ko mare
sap bolal ham rani ko dese
rani bolal ham raja samjaye
raja bolo ham badyi ko datab ja kar ke badyi khuta chir las
apan dana leke khajan chidiya khulal aasman me fural se ud gayi.

A sparrow, a grain clutched tight in its beak,
Soaring, it sought a perch, a humble peak.
The grain slipped free, a whisper to the ground,
Sinking within a post, no solace found.

To the carpenter, it flew, a plea so small,
"Hew the post, for in its heart, my grain, my all!
What shall I eat, what drink, before I roam?"
The carpenter scoffed, "For a grain? Begone from home!"

Grief swelled within, a tear upon its wing,
To the king it flew, its fragile offering.
"King, chide the carpenter, set the post free!
My sustenance within, what will become of me?"
The king, with a frown, dismissed its urgent plight,
"For a grain, the carpenter? Away from my sight!"

Undeterred, the sparrow, courage in its breast,
Sought the queen's ear, a haven for its quest.
"Queen, implore the king, the carpenter restrain!
My single grain trapped, fueling endless pain."
The queen, with a sigh, echoed the king's decree,
"For a grain, the king? You fool, away from me!"

Anger now arose, a fire in its soul,
To the serpent's coil, it surrendered control.
"Serpent, bite the queen, let her understand!
My grain's imprisonment, across the land."
The serpent refused, its heart untouched by woe,
Then to a staff, its desperate plea did go.

"Staff, strike! For my grain, where hope has ceased to bloom!"
"Peace," spoke the staff, "For a grain, I meet my doom."

Then, witnessing a fight, a chaos it did see,
"For a grain," it thought, "they seek to set me free!"
To the fire's embrace, then its desperate cry,
"Fire, consume the staff, beneath the sky!"
"No," the fire replied, "I cannot, must not burn."
The sparrow then to the ocean did turn.

"Ocean, extinguish fire, a raging plight!"
"No," the ocean said, "My depths are vast, my heart is wide."
Then to the elephant, it gave its plea,
"Elephant, calm the ocean, set my spirit free!"
The elephant, with a nod, agreed at last,
"My strength I'll lend, the moment has come to cast."
Together they journeyed, the elephant's might and the ocean's grace,
To the ocean's shores, they found their place.
"Do not entreat me, I merely quench the flame."
Then, the path became clear, a new course it claimed.
"Fire," the sparrow cried, "Quench no more my flame."
"I burn the staff."
The staff now smites the snake.
"The snake does bite the queen, a fate to make."
"The Queen will beg the King."
"The King does chide the carpenter."
And the carpenter, with a sigh, the post did cleave.

The sparrow, its grain retrieved, took wing so light,
Soaring now, released, into endless light.