maat pita ka naam gunjta
maat pita ka naam gunjta
jiski aakhiri saans me
koi aisa lal bata de
duniya ke itihas me
duniya ke itihas me

maat pita ka naam gunjta
jiski aakhiri saans me
koi aisa lal bata de
duniya ke itihas me
duniya ke itihas me
koi aisa lal bata de

katha sharvan ki, sharvan karo
har bol lagega pyara
chhalak uthegi kano me
jaise amrit ki dhara
chhod andhera aa jao
chhod andhera aa jao
poonam ke puran parkash me
koi aisa lal bata de
duniya ke itihas me
duniya ke itihas me
koi aisa lal bata de

maat pita ka naam gunjta
pal pal jiski saans me
koi aisa lal bata de
duniya ke itihas me
duniya ke itihas me
koi aisa lal bata

ek taraf duniya ke sukh the
bhog vilaas ki maya
ek taraf maa baap ki seva
karam yahi man bhaya
sukh dukh me, din me, raat me
sada raha jo paas me
koi aisa lal bata de
duniya ke itihas me
duniya ke itihas me
koi aisa lal bata de

har kaante ko phul samajh kar
jisne gale lagaya
mamta ki godi me jisne
apna swarg basaya
seva ka sansar basa tha
is charno ke daas me
koi aisa lal bata de
duniya ke itihas me
duniya ke itihas me
koi aisa lal bata de

tan ka khun gira hai
jharne phute sat ke
kabhi kaput nahi ho sakte
bacche is bharat ke
kaam amar dharti par jiska
naam amar aakash me
koi aisa lal bata de
duniya ke itihas me
duniya ke itihas me
koi aisa lal bata de

The echoes of parents, a final breath,
Whose legacy whispers, defying death.
Tell me a son, in history's span,
Whose love resounds, for all mankind to scan.

The echoes of parents, a final breath,
Whose legacy whispers, defying death.
Tell me a son, in history's span,
Whose love resounds, for all mankind to scan.
Tell me a son.

Listen closely, to tales untold,
Each word a jewel, more precious than gold.
Like nectar poured, a sweet, flowing stream,
Eradicate darkness, embrace the moon's gleam.
Step from shadow, into the bright sun,
Tell me a son, whose devotion has begun,
Whose love resounds, for all mankind to scan.
Tell me a son, whose devotion has begun.

The echoes of parents, in every beat,
Whose every breath, with love replete.
Tell me a son, in history's art,
Whose love resounds, forever in the heart.
Tell me a son.

On one side, the world, its pleasures and ease,
A tempting illusion, meant only to tease.
On the other, the parents, their service so true,
A karmic devotion, shining and new.
Through joy and through sorrow, in day's gentle hold,
Who stayed by their side, more precious than gold?
Tell me a son, whose devotion has begun,
Whose love resounds, for all mankind to scan.
Tell me a son, whose devotion has begun.

Each thorn a flower, embraced with grace,
In a mother's embrace, found heaven's place.
A world of service, in these sacred feet,
A humble devotion, oh so sweet.
Tell me a son, whose devotion has begun,
Whose love resounds, for all mankind to scan.
Tell me a son, whose devotion has begun.

The body's blood, a river unbound,
From truth's pure springs, sacred ground.
No unworthy offspring can we see,
Of this Bharat's heart, eternally.
Whose deeds on earth, forever will be,
Whose name in the heavens, eternally.
Tell me a son, whose devotion has begun,
Whose love resounds, for all mankind to scan.