nari jiwan bhi kya jiwan hai har julm sahe khamosh rahe
nari jiwan bhi kya jiwan hai hari julm sahe khamosh rahe
isse jag bhog vilas kare isse jag bhog vilas kare
isse maa beti bahan bhi isko kahe
nari jiwan bhi kya jiwan hai

dharti ke kheto ke khalihano ko ye deti janam insano ko
ye nanhi lahar ye dil me magar deti hai jagah tufano ko
afsos ki devi jisko kah jin bharam ke theke daro ne
luti hai uski izzat bhi dekho un izzat daro ne
dekho un izzat daro ne nari jiwan bhi kya jiwan hai
hari julm sahe khamosh rahe nari jiwan bhi kya jiwan hai

ye nar jo pujari hai iska wohi iska vyopari hai
takdir saware jag ki ye fir bhi takdir ki mari hai
hai tyag bhari sewa hai ye or laz sharam hai iska gahna
ye gahna lute to muskil hai jinda jag me iska rahna
jinda jag me iska rahna nari jiwan bhi kya jiwan hai
hari julm sahe khamosh rahe nari jiwan bhi kya jiwan hai

lekin ab bhi ki nari ko jinda hi ban jana hoga
pachaye hai uske mare hue hai apna josh dihkaye to
ye abla bhi ban sakti hai hai radha ji ka rup ye to
wo durga bhi ban sakti hai hai radha ji ka rup ye to
wo durga bhi ban sakti hai wo durga bhi ban sakti hai
wo durga bhi ban sakti hai wo durga bhi ban sakti hai

What life is a woman's life, to silently bear all wrongs?
What life is a woman's life, to silently bear all wrongs?
While the world indulges, finds pleasure in her form,
While the world indulges, finds pleasure in her form,
Even mother, daughter, sister, they all whisper her name…
What life is a woman's life?

To nurture the earth's fields, to give birth to humanity,
She gives birth to humans.
Though a gentle wave within her heart resides,
storms find a place to rage.
Alas, a goddess, they call her,
These shameless merchants,
Her stolen honor, observe,
By those who claim honor!
Behold, those who claim honor!
What life is a woman's life,
To silently bear all wrongs?
What life is a woman's life?

The man, her priest, is also her merchant,
She shapes the world's destiny, yet is a victim of fate.
Filled with sacrifice, service, modesty her ornament,
If this ornament is stolen, her survival is a battle.
Her survival is a battle.
What life is a woman's life,
To silently bear all wrongs?
What life is a woman's life?

But now, she must become alive,
She must rise.
The slain ones repent, let her show her fire.
This weak one can transform, she is Radha's form,
She can become Durga,
She can become Durga,
She can become Durga,
She can become Durga.