log aurat ko fakat jism samajh lete hain
log aurat ko fakat jism samajh lete hain
ruh bhi hoti hain usme ye kahan sochte hain
log aurat ko fakat jism samajh lete hain

ruh kya hoti hainm isse unhe matlab hi nahi
wo to bas tan ke takajo ka kaha maante hain
ruh mar jaye to, har jism hain chalti hui laash
is hakikat ko samjhte hain na pahchante hain
log aurat ko fakat jism samajh lete hain

kitni sadiyo se ye vehshat ka chalan jari hain
kitni sadiyo se hain kayam ye gunaho ka rawa
log aurat ki har ek chikh ko nagma samjhe
ho kabilo ka zamana ho ke shehro ka sama
log aurat ko fakat jism samajh lete hain

jrab se nasl bade julm se tan mel kare
ye amal hum hain beilam parindo me nahi
hum jo insaano ke tahjibo liye firte hain
hum sa vehshi koi jungle ke darindo me nahi
log aurat ko fakat jism samajh lete hain

ek main hi nahi kya janiye kitni hongi
jinko ab aayina takne se jhijhak aati hain
jinke khaabo me na sahre hai na sindur na sej
aur na murda hu ke jeene ghamo se chhutu
log aurat ko fakat jism samajh lete hain

ek bujhi ruh lute jism ke dhache me liye
sochti hu ki kahan jake mukkadar fodu
main na jinda hu, ke marne ka sahara dhundhu
aur na murda hu, ke jeene ke gamo se chhutu
log aurat ko fakat jism samajh lete hain

kaun batlayega mujhko kise jakar puchhu
zindagi kahar ke saancho me dhalegi kab tak
kab talak aankh na kholega zamane ka zamir
julm aur jabr ki ye reet chalegi kab tak
log aurat ko fakat jism samajh lete hain

They see a woman, just a body's frame,
They see a woman, just a body's frame,
A soul resides within, a flickering flame,
They see a woman, just a body's frame.

What is a soul, they haven't time to know,
They heed the body's needs, and only so.
When the soul dies, the body's just a shell,
A walking corpse, this truth they fail to tell,
They see a woman, just a body's frame.

For centuries, this horror has held sway,
For centuries, these sins have paved the way.
They hear a woman's cry, and call it song,
In tribal times, or where the cities throng.
They see a woman, just a body's frame.

From blows, the offspring, from the cruel, embrace,
Such acts are absent from the feathered race.
We, who bear the mark of human grace,
No beasts of the wild can match our base,
They see a woman, just a body's frame.

Not only I, but countless others too,
Who shrink from mirrors, faces stained with rue.
No wedding dreams, no henna, nor a bed,
Just ash on ash, where poison is spread,
They see a woman, just a body's frame.

A deadened soul, within a ravaged form,
I wonder where to break my fate's harsh storm.
Not living, seeking solace in death's call,
Nor dead, to be released beyond the thrall,
They see a woman, just a body's frame.

Who will tell me, whom may I implore,
When will life cease to pour this bitter core?
When will the world awaken, eyes at last open wide?
How long will tyranny and oppression ride?
They see a woman, just a body's frame.