naam pe ye rasmo ke ye aurat julam hazaaro sahti hain
jakhmo se dil jalta hain aankho se ganga bahti hain
jisne god khilaye paiambar aur devta janme hain
aaj usi aurat ki aatma ro ro kar ye kahti hain

mardo sunlo agar tum me thodi bhi shrafat jinda hain
mardo sunlo agar tum me thodi bhi shrafat jinda hain
aurat tumko paida karke aaj bhaut sharminda hain
ha aaj bhaut sharminda hain
mardo sunlo agar tum me thodi bhi shrafat jinda hain
aurat tumko paida karke aaj bhaut sharminda hain
ha aaj bhaut sharminda hain

karte ho nilaam kabhi kotho par nachate ho
karte ho nilaam kabhi kotho par nachate ho
kurbani ki devi kahke jinda tabhi jalaate ho
tola karte ho aurat ki asmat sone chandi me
ansh ho jis tan ke us tan ko
gali gali bikwate ho
gali gali bikwate ho
mardo sunlo agar tum me thodi bhi shrafat jinda hain
aurat tumko paida karke aaj bhaut sharminda hain
ha aaj bhaut sharminda hain

kaun hain mard bataao jisne aurat se insaaf kiya
kaun hain mard bataao jisne aurat se insaaf kiya
yaha talak bhagwan ram ne bhi isko vanvaas diya
apne matlab ke khatir daav pe ise lagaaya hain
bhari sabha me nangi hone ka tamasha bhi dekh liya
haye tamasha bhi dekh liya
mardo sunlo agar tum me thodi bhi shrafat jinda hain
aurat tumko paida karke aaj bhaut sharminda hain
ha aaj bhaut sharminda hain

maa, beti aur bahan ki ijat kab tak bechi jayegi
duniya ki ye ijat kab tak beijat kehlayegi
tum logo ke julmo sitam se aur kaali kartuto se
tum logo ke julmo sitam se aur kaali kartuto se
aurat to sharminda ho gayi sharam tumhe kab aayegi
sharam tumhe kab aayegi
mardo sunlo agar tum me thodi bhi shrafat jinda hain
mardo sunlo agar tum me thodi bhi shrafat jinda hain
aurat tumko paida karke aaj bhaut sharminda hain
ha aaj bhaut sharminda hain

Beneath the weight of custom's chains, she bleeds,
A woman bears a thousand torments, seeds
Of wounds that sear the heart, while Ganges flows
From eyes, a river where her sorrow grows.
She who cradled prophets, gave the gods their birth,
Now weeps aloud, her soul laid bare on earth:

Men, if a flicker of decency remains,
Men, if a shred of honor still sustains,
The woman who gave you life, she hangs her head,
Ashamed, profoundly ashamed, the words are said.
Yes, deeply ashamed.
Men, if a flicker of decency remains,
The woman who gave you life, she hangs her head,
Ashamed, profoundly ashamed, the words are said.

You auction her, in houses of disgrace,
You force her dance in the public space.
You call her sacrifice, and then you burn,
Her very being, lessons you will never learn.
You weigh her honor, a measure of gold,
The body that birthed you, you have sold and sold,
From street to street, her dignity you've sold.
Men, if a flicker of decency remains,
The woman who gave you life, she hangs her head,
Ashamed, profoundly ashamed, the words are said.

Where is the man who justice did impart?
Where is the man who played a noble part?
Even Ram, a god, cast her into the wood,
For his own ends, misused as he should,
And watched her stripped before a gathered throng,
A spectacle of shame, where did we go wrong?
Oh, the spectacle, where did we go wrong?
Men, if a flicker of decency remains,
The woman who gave you life, she hangs her head,
Ashamed, profoundly ashamed, the words are said.

How long will honor be bartered, sold,
The daughters, mothers, sisters, bought and sold?
Your cruelties, your deeds, a stain of night,
Your wicked deeds, that steal away the light,
The woman is ashamed, but when will you be,
When will shame touch you and set you free?
When will you know shame?
Men, if a flicker of decency remains,
Men, if a flicker of decency remains,
The woman who gave you life, she hangs her head,
Ashamed, profoundly ashamed, the words are said.