aao bachcho aaj tumhe ek kahani sunata hu main
sher ki kahani sunoge
mere paas aao mere dosto ek kissa suno
mere paas aao mere dosto ek kissa suno

kai saal pehle ki ye baat hai, bolo na chup kyon ho gaye
bhayanak andheri si yeh raat me liye apni banduk mai hath me
ghane jangalo se guzarata hua kahi ja raha tha
ghane jangalo se guzarata hua kahi ja raha tha
ja raha tha, nahi aa raha tha, nahi ja raha tha
of fo aage bhi to bolo na, batata hu batata hu

nahi bhulti uf wo jangal ki raat, yad hai wo thi mangal ki raat
chala ja raha tha mai darta hua hanuman chalisa padhta hua
bolo hanuman ki jay, jay jay bajrang bali ki jay
bolo hanuman ki jay, jay jay bajrang bali ki jay
ghadi thi andhera magar sakt tha
koi das sava das ka waqt tha

larazta tha koyal ki bhi kuk se, bura haal hua uspe bhukh se
laga todane ek beri se ber mere saamne aa gaya ek sher
koi gighghi banati nazar phir gayi
to bandook bhi haath se gir gayi

main lapka wo jhapka, main upar wo niche
wo aage main pichhe, main ped pe wo pichhe
are bachaao, are bachaao,
main daal-daal wo paat-paat, main pasina wo baag-baag
main sur me wo taal me, ye jangal paataal me
bachaao bachaao, are bhaago re bhaago, are bhaago

phir kya hua, khuda ki qasam maza aa gaya
mujhe maar kar besharam kha gaya
kha gaya, lekin aap to zinda hain
are ye jina bhi koi jina hai lallu aain

Come children, a tale I shall unfold,
A story of a lion, brave and bold.
Come closer, friends, and lend an ear,
A whispered story for you to hear.
Come closer, friends, and lend an ear.

Years have passed, a distant chime,
Why the silence, frozen in time?
In the shadows, dark and deep,
With a rifle, secrets to keep.
Through the forests, dense and vast,
I journeyed onward, holding fast.
Journeyed, not returned, not gone,
Oh, speak! The tale must carry on!

Never forget that forest night,
The memory, a burning light.
Walking scared, my spirit frail,
Chanting Hanuman's sacred tale.
Chant the praise of Hanuman's might,
Praise Bajrang Bali's guiding light.
Dark the hour, the shadows grew,
Ten past ten, the clock struck true.

Trembling at the cuckoo's call,
Hunger gnawed, about to fall.
Plucking berries, sweet and low,
A lion emerged, a fearsome show.
My breath caught, a silent plea,
The rifle dropped, unwillingly.

I leaped, it pounced, the chase began,
I climbed above, he ran and ran.
Save me! Save me! I cried aloud,
I branch-to-branch, through the forest proud.
I sweat and strained, he stalked with glee,
I sang, it danced, eternally.
This forest, a nether world of dread,
Save me! Run, run for your head!

Then what? By God, a thrilling grace,
He ate me whole, without a trace.
Ate me whole, you say, but you're alive!
Is this living, this hollow strive?