suna tha maine bachpan me, unnish sau pachpan me
suna tha maine bachpan me, unnish sau pachpan me
allah meharbaan to gadha pahalwaan
allah meharbaan to gadha pahalwaan
are aaj samjh aai jakar baat kahi ye jivan me
suna tha maine bachpan me, unnish sau pachpan me

motar me yu saath saathi chale
chunti ke sang jaise hathi chale
leke mujhe meri sasural me
kis sand ye bhi chale
aage chala thanedar, pichhe sare jammdar
bich me banke dogla baitha, main albela daku
ro surat bhi hansti hain, pyare ek din darpan me
suna tha maine bachpan me, unnish sau pachpan me

data kadak tha naram ho gaya
banda tha thanda garam ho gaya
zaalim se badla, har ek julm ka
ab to ye mera dharam ho gaya
marunga main ginke yaar, dushman pure ke hazar
chor lutero ke adde ki, todunga main har diwar
maalik chahe to bin mausam, phul khila de gulshan me
suna tha maine bachpan me, unnish sau pachpan me

pahle tha kismat ka khana kharab
ab hun mukaddar ka lekin nabaav
pahle koi puchhta bhi na tha
ab sab khilayenge haluaa kabav
pahle to padti thi maar, ab phulo ke padenge har
pahle duniya thukrati thi, ab bolegi jai jaikar
ghar hoga gharwali hogi, bachche honge aangan me
suna tha maine bachpan me, unnish sau pachpan me
suna tha maine bachpan me, unnish sau pachpan me
suna tha maine bachpan me, unnish sau pachpan me

In nineteen fifty-five, a whispered phrase,
I heard it echo in my childhood haze:
"When God is kind, even a donkey can be strong,"
In life's long journey, where I now belong.
In nineteen fifty-five, the words took hold.

A motorcar, a caravan of souls,
Ants marching with an elephant that strolls.
To my new home, the journey's final quest,
Like bullocks in the field, I took my test.
The officer leads, the constables behind,
A rogue, a double-dealer, I now find.
My reflection laughs, a portrait in a glass,
In nineteen fifty-five, the moments pass.

The harshness softened, the coldness turns to heat,
Revenge I seek, for wrongs I can't defeat,
My dharma now, to right the wicked's deed,
A thousand foes, I'll make their spirits bleed.
I'll tear down walls where thieves and robbers dwell,
The Master's will, in bloom, a sweet farewell.
He can blossom flowers, out of season's art,
In nineteen fifty-five, within my heart.

My fate was foul, a wretched, hungry plight,
Now destiny's a king, bathed in the light.
Once ignored, a whisper in the breeze,
Now, a feast of sweets, to bring me ease.
Once beaten down, now garlands grace my head,
The world rejected, now their praises spread.
A home, a wife, children in the sun,
In nineteen fifty-five, the course is run.
In nineteen fifty-five, the echoes sound,
In nineteen fifty-five, where truths are found.
In nineteen fifty-five.