mat ro mat ro, mat ro mat ro
mat ro mat ro, aaj radhike
sun le baat hamari
tu sun le baat hamari
jo dukh se ghabra hain
wo nahi hain hind ki naari
wo nahi hain hind ki naari
mat ro mat ro, mat ro mat ro

bharat ki naari ki aankhe
sab aankho se nyari
sab aankho se nyari
uske har ansu me jhalkti
pyaar ki ek fulwari
pyaar ki ek fulwari
asha ki dor se badhane baithi
jaivan ki lachari jo dukh se
jo dukh se ghabra hain
wo nahi hain hind ki naari
wo nahi hain hind ki naari
mat ro mat ro, mat ro mat ro

apne man me diya jala ke, kar le ujala gori
kar le ujala gori
dil ek upar pathar rakh le, rona hain kamjori
rona hain kamjori
chupke chupke dukh sah legi, tu kar le taiyari
jo dukh se
jo dukh se ghabra jaaye
wo nahi hain hind ki naari
wo nahi hain hind ki naari
mat ro mat ro, mat ro mat ro

kiska chala hain jor bhagya par, rakh tu hari pe bharosa
rakh tu hari pe bharosa
har jivan thaali me to dhnde, dukh bhi yaha hain parosa
dukh bhi yaha hain parosa
pata nahi kis bhesh me data, karde madad tumhari
jo dukh se
jo dukh se ghabra hain
wo nahi hain hind ki naari
wo nahi hain hind ki naari
mat ro mat ro, mat ro mat ro
mat ro mat ro, aaj radhike

Do not weep, do not weep, do not weep, do not weep.
Do not weep, do not weep, Radhika, today.
Hearken to our words,
Oh, hearken to our words.
She who falters in sorrow's storm,
Is not a daughter of Hindustan.
Is not a daughter of Hindustan.
Do not weep, do not weep, do not weep, do not weep.

The eyes of Bharat's daughters,
Are unlike all other eyes.
Unlike all other eyes.
In every tear, a glimpse,
Of love's blossoming garden.
Of love's blossoming garden.
She sits to bind life's helplessness,
With threads of hopeful light.
She who falters in sorrow's storm,
Is not a daughter of Hindustan.
Is not a daughter of Hindustan.
Do not weep, do not weep, do not weep, do not weep.

Kindle a lamp within your soul,
And illuminate the darkness, maiden.
And illuminate the darkness, maiden.
Place a stone upon your heart,
For weeping is weakness.
Weeping is weakness.
Silently, endure your sorrow,
Prepare yourself now.
She who falters in sorrow's storm,
Is not a daughter of Hindustan.
Is not a daughter of Hindustan.
Do not weep, do not weep, do not weep, do not weep.

Whose power can prevail against fate?
Trust in Hari, place your faith.
Trust in Hari, place your faith.
In life's platter, sorrow and joy,
Are both served equally.
Are both served equally.
The Giver comes in unknown forms,
To offer you His aid.
She who falters in sorrow's storm,
Is not a daughter of Hindustan.
Is not a daughter of Hindustan.
Do not weep, do not weep, do not weep, do not weep.
Do not weep, Radhika, today.