o jaane valo
o jaane valo, jaao na ghar apna chhod ke
maata bula rahi hai tumhe haath jod ke

nagri tumhari, galiya tumhari ye bastiya
in sabko chhod kar are jaate ho tum kahan
ujadi hai laakh phir bhi hai dharti tumhari maa
duniya me sukh na paaoge dil maa ka tod ke
o jaane valo jaao na ghar apna chhod ke

thahro pukarti hai tumhari zamin tumhe
kahta hai aasman hai jeena yahi tumhe
laut aao, laut aao maa ki haay lge na kahin tumhe
ruk jaao ja rahe ho kahan peeth modke
o jaane valo jaao na ghar apna chhod ke
maata bula rahi hai tumhe haath jod ke

O wanderers,
O wanderers, do not leave your home behind,
Mother calls to you, with folded hands, you'll find.

Your city, your streets, these dwellings of your own,
Leaving all this, where do you roam?
Though shattered a million times, your earth remains your mother,
You'll find no solace in this world, breaking her heart, my brother.
O wanderers, do not leave your home behind.

Halt, your land implores you,
The heavens whisper, "Here, you must live anew."
Return, return, lest her sorrow fall on you,
Pause, where are you going, with your back turned now?
O wanderers, do not leave your home behind.
Mother calls to you, with folded hands, you'll find.