mandir me aaya hai dukhiya ka koi laal
mandir me aaya hai dukhiya ka koi laal
teri bhi maa roye to kya hoga tera haal
mandir me aaya hai dukhiya ka koi laal
mandir me aaya hai

taro se bhara gagan phulo se bhara chaman
koi bhi sath nahi kuch mere hath nahi
mera man tut raha dhiraj bhi chut raha
ye kaisi maya hai parbhu ye kaisi maya hai
kaisa hai ye jal teri bhi maa roye to
kya hoga tera haal mandir me aaya hai
dukhiya ka koi laal mandir me aaya hai

rani ho ya cheri phir bhi hai maa meri
uska hi dhud piya ab wo hi hai dukhiya
sahne ki hai seema tera rath kyu dheema
mai maa ka aasu hu parbhu mai maa ka aasu hu
aur tu mera rumal teri bhi maa roye to
kya hoga tera haal mandir me aaya hai
dukhiya ka koi laal mandir me aaya hai

meri kya hai ginti choti si hai vinti
ro raha khilona hai aage kya hona hai
ye bhed jara tu khol nirmohi kuch to bol
andhiyara chaya hai tuhi hai ek mashal
tuhi hai ek mashal tuhi hai ek mashal
tuhi hai ek mashal

A grieving son, within these walls he kneels,
A grieving son, the temple now reveals.
If your own mother weeps, what then shall be
Your fate, your burden, for eternity?
A grieving son, the temple's shadows keep.
A grieving son, where silent sorrows sleep.

With starlight crowned, and gardens blooming bright,
Alone I stand, with nothing in my sight.
My spirit breaks, my patience starts to cease,
What sorcery is this, what dark release?
What woven snare? If she, your mother, cries,
What then awaits you, 'neath these weeping skies?
A grieving son, the temple's depths embrace,
A grieving son, within this sacred space.

Whether queen or servant, still my mother dear,
Her milk I drank, and now her tears I fear.
Endurance strained, why lags your chariot slow?
I am her tear, a river of her woe,
And you, my comfort, linen for her pain.
If your own mother cries, what will remain?
A grieving son, the temple's echoes hum,
A grieving son, where silent sorrows come.

What worth am I? A humble, whispered plea.
A broken toy, weeping for what will be.
Unveil this mystery, you who never bend,
Speak, O unfeeling One, and make amends.
Darkness descends, a shadow's chilling hold,
You are the torch, the story to unfold.
You are the torch, the light to make us whole,
You are the torch, and save my precious soul.