nirbal se ladaai balavaan ki
nirbal se ladaai balavaan ki
ye kahaani hai diye ki aur tufaan ki
ye kahaani hai diye ki aur tufaan ki

ik raat adhiyaari, thi dishaae kaari-kaari
mad-mad pavan thaa chal rahaa
adhiyaare ko mitaane, jag me jyot jagaane
ek chhotaa-saa diyaa thaa kahi jal rahaa
apani dhun me magan, usake tan me agan
usaki lau me lagan bhagavaan ki
ye kahaani hai diye ki aur tufaan ki

kahi dur thaa tufaan
kahi dur thaa tufaan, diye se thaa balavaan
saare jag ko masalane machal rahaa
jhaad ho yaa pahaad, de vo pal me ukhaad
soch-soch ke zami pe thaa uchhal rahaa
ek nanhaa-saa diyaa, usane hamalaa kiyaa
ek nanhaa-saa diyaa, usane hamalaa kiyaa
ab dekho lilaa vidhi ke vidhaan ki
ye kahaani hai diye ki aur tufaan ki

duniyaa ne saath chhod aa
mamataa ne mukh modaa
ab diye pe ye dukh padane lagaa
ab diye pe ye dukh padane lagaa
par himmat na haar, man me maranaa vichaar
atyaachaar ki havaa se ladane lagaa
sar uthaanaa yaa jhukaanaa
yaa bhalaai me mar jaanaa
ghadi aai usake bhi imtehaan ki
ye kahaani hai diye ki aur tufaan ki
nirbal se ladaai balavaan ki
ye kahaani hai diye ki aur tufaan ki

phir aisi ghadi aai phir aisi ghadi aai
ghanaghor ghataa chhaai
ab diye kaa bhi dil lagaa kaanpane
bade zor se tufaan, aayaa bharataa udaan
us chhote se diye kaa bal maapane
tab diyaa dukhiyaaraa, vah bichaaraa besahaaraa
chalaa daav pe lagaane
baazi praan ki baazi praan ki
baazi praan ki baazi praan ki
chalaa daav pe lagaane, baazi praan ki
ye kahaani hai diye ki aur tufaan ki

ladate-ladate vo thakaa, phir bhi bujh na saka
ladate-ladate vo thakaa, phir bhi bujh na saka
usaki jyot me thaa bal re sachchaai kaa
chaahe thaa vo kamazor, par tuti nahi dor
usane bidaa thaa uthaayaa re bhalaai kaa
huaa nahi vo niraash, chali jab tak saans
use aas thi prabhu ke varadaan ki
ye kahaani hai diye ki aur tufaan ki

sar patak-patak, pag jhatak-jhatak
na hataa paayaa diye ko apani aan se
baar-baar vaar kar, ant me haar kar
tufaan bhaagaa re maidaan se
atyaachaar se ubhar, jali jyot amar
rahi amar nishaani balidaan ki
ye kahaani hai diye ki aur tufaan ki
nirbal se ladaai balavaan ki
ye kahaani hai diye ki aur tufaan ki

The weak against the strong, a battle untold,
The tale of a lamp, against a storm, bold.
The tale of a lamp, against a storm, bold.

One dark night descended, shadows profound,
Directions all shadowed, no light could be found.
A gentle wind whispered, a soft, subtle call,
To banish the darkness, to enlighten all.
In the world, a small lamp, began to softly gleam,
Lost in its purpose, a passionate dream.
Burning bright, with a fire inside,
Devotion's flame, where true faith can reside.
The tale of a lamp, against a storm, bold.

Far away, the storm raged, a power so grand,
Far away, the storm raged, could not understand.
More powerful than the lamp, it prepared to contend,
To crush all before it, until the very end.
Toppling trees, and mountains alike,
With each crash, the storm’s fury did strike.
The little lamp then, prepared for the fray,
The little lamp then, prepared for the day.
Behold the divine, the fate that is spun,
The tale of a lamp, against a storm, won.

The world turned away, and kindness withdrew,
The world turned away, the lamp felt so blue.
The little lamp felt grief, a pain it could not abate.
The little lamp felt grief, sealed by fate.
But its heart did not falter, death was not the way,
It fought the dark wind, come what may.
To bow its head, or to stand up and fight,
Or to perish in goodness, and bathe the world in light.
The hour of testing, its courage must be shown,
The tale of a lamp, against a storm, known.
The weak against the strong, a battle untold,
The tale of a lamp, against a storm, bold.

Then a moment arose, when darkness did loom,
Then a moment arose, in a foreboding gloom.
And the lamp started trembling, its heart filled with dread,
And the lamp started trembling, filled with dread.
The storm came with power, in a soaring flight,
To measure the lamp's strength, in the fading light.
The lamp, weak and frail, utterly alone,
The lamp, weak and frail, prepared to atone.
It cast its life down, a gamble it played,
It cast its life down, no longer afraid.
It cast its life down, a gamble it played,
The tale of a lamp, against a storm, swayed.

Fighting and struggling, though weary, it stayed,
Fighting and struggling, the light would not fade.
Its flame held the power of truth, pure and bright,
Its strength wasn't measured in physical might.
Though weak, it was anchored, it did not unwind,
It chose to uphold the goodness of mankind.
No despair did it know, as life slipped away,
No despair did it know, come what may.
Hope's promise, divine grace, it did hold,
The tale of a lamp, against a storm, bold.

Head bowed, feet faltering, with a defiant call,
It refused to surrender, it would not fall.
Again and again, the storm made its plea,
Again and again, the storm lost its decree.
It fled from the battlefield, defeated and sore,
Leaving the lamp burning, forevermore.
The light of the lamp, a beacon of grace,
Will forever be remembered, in time and space.
The tale of a lamp, against a storm, bold.
The weak against the strong, a battle untold,
The tale of a lamp, against a storm, bold.