mai kamjor aurat ye meri kahani
mai kamjor aurat ye meri kahani
mere aasuo se hai ganga me pani
mai kamjor aurat ye meri kahani
mere aasuo se hai ganga me pani
ye meri kahani ho

mere paak daman me purwayiya hai
mere paak daman me purwayiya hai
ye ankho me gum ki jo parchayiya hai
mere nam ki jitni ruswayiya hai
ye bedard mardo ki hai meharbani
ye bedard mardo ki hai meharbani
mere aasuo se hai ganga me pani
mai kamjor aurat ye meri kahani
mere aasuo se hai ganga me pani

nasibo ne aurat ko samjha khilona
nasibo ne aurat ko samjha khilona
jamane ne aurat ko samjha bichhona
yahi to hua hai yahi to hai hona
nahi rit badli ye sadiyo purani
nahi rit badli ye sadiyo purani
mere aasuo se hai ganga me pani
mai kamjor aurat ye meri kahani
mere aasuo se hai ganga me pani

mai kaise ye maili chunar sar pe odhu
mai kaise ye maili chunar sar pe odhu
to kya akhiri ye sahara bhi chhod u
magar apna dil aap kaise mai todu
ye kuchh bhi hai mamata ki hai ye nishani
ye kuchh bhi hai mamata ki hai ye nishani
mere aasuo se hai ganga me pani
mai kamjor aurat ye meri kahani
mere aasuo se hai ganga me pani
ye meri kahani ho

I, the frail woman, this is my tale,
I, the frail woman, this is my tale,
The Ganges flows with the tears I wail,
I, the frail woman, this is my tale,
The Ganges flows with the tears I wail,
This is my tale, oh.

In my pure veil, the breezes reside,
In my pure veil, the breezes reside,
In my eyes, shadows of sorrow hide,
All the shame that's borne by my stride,
A cruel favor from callous men's side,
A cruel favor from callous men's side,
The Ganges flows with the tears I wail,
I, the frail woman, this is my tale,
The Ganges flows with the tears I wail.

Fate has deemed woman a mere toy,
Fate has deemed woman a mere toy,
The world sees woman as a thing to deploy,
This is what has happened, this is the ploy,
The ancient custom, it does not destroy,
The ancient custom, it does not destroy,
The Ganges flows with the tears I wail,
I, the frail woman, this is my tale,
The Ganges flows with the tears I wail.

How can I wear a soiled shawl on my head?
How can I wear a soiled shawl on my head?
Shall I forsake this last refuge instead?
But how do I break my own heart, instead?
Still, this is the sign of motherhood's bread,
Still, this is the sign of motherhood's bread,
The Ganges flows with the tears I wail,
I, the frail woman, this is my tale,
The Ganges flows with the tears I wail,
This is my tale, oh.