mere paas hai aur na kuch logo
bas aankh me aasu laya hu
na pita ke bina apni mata ki chita jala kar aaya hu
jwala se ghiri jab meri maa
bhagwan ke ghar ko jati thi
tab tadap tadap aatma uski
beta beta chillati thi beta beta chillati thi
kisi se ab mera rishta na koi nata hai
ab to shamshan ki mati hi meri mata hai
kisi se ab mera rishta na koi nata hai
ab to shamshan ki mati hi meri mata hai

sunne walo suno kahani meri
ho gayi khatam jindgani meri
dhul marghat ki leke hatho me
ab to baitha hu mai anatho me
dhul marghat ki leke hatho me
ab to baitha hu mai anatho me
haye mata ko mai bacha na saka
apne bapu se mai mila na saka
haye mata ko mai bacha na saka
apne bapu se mai mila na saka
uski arthi bhi wo utha na sake
uski arthi bhi wo utha na sake
char aasu bhi wo baha na sake

samay ne ye kya din dikhaya mujhe
kaisi manjil pe waqt laya mujhe
ek taraf hai mere anjan pita
ek taraf jal gayi mata ki chita
ek taraf hai mere anjan pita
ek taraf jal gayi mata ki chita
acha hota jo mai bhi mar jata
is dukhi jindagi se tar jata
acha hota jo mai bhi mar jata
is dukhi jindagi se tar jata
meri maa chal di or mai jinda hu
meri maa chal di or mai jinda hu
mai isi bat pe sharminda hu
aye meri maut bula le mujhko
aaj baho me uthale mujhko
aye meri maut bula le mujhko
aaj baho me uthale mujhko

I have nothing left to claim,
But tears that well, a sorrow's flame.
I come, having kindled fire's embrace,
Where mother's pyre left its empty space.

When flames consumed her mortal guise,
My mother walked towards the skies.
Her soul, in anguish, cried my name,
"My son," she called, consumed by pain.
No ties remain, no bond I see,
The cremation ground, my family.
No ties remain, no bond I see,
The cremation ground, my family.

Hear my tale, those who now stand,
My life concludes, by fate's command.
Dust of the pyre, clutched in hand,
Among the orphaned, I now stand.
Dust of the pyre, clutched in hand,
Among the orphaned, I now stand.
I could not save my mother's breath,
Nor meet my father, facing death.
I could not save my mother's breath,
Nor meet my father, facing death.
He could not bear her funeral's plight,
Nor shed a tear to dim the light.

What fate has shown, what days unfold,
To what dark end has time controlled?
My unknown father, far away,
My mother's pyre, where shadows play.
My unknown father, far away,
My mother's pyre, where shadows play.
Better if I too had died,
From this sad life, where I now hide.
Better if I too had died,
From this sad life, where I now hide.
My mother's gone, yet I still live,
In this, my shame, I cannot forgive.
O, Death, come now, and call to her,
Embrace me now, my sole comforter.
O, Death, come now, and call to her,
Embrace me now, my sole comforter.