suno sunata hu tumhe ek amar kahani
sharvan ki amar kahani
maat pita ke liye jisne di kurbani, kurbani
maat pita ke liye jisne di kurbani, kurbani

nainhin maa baap ke naino ka tha wo ujiyara
khel kud ko bhul chuka tha wo baalak bechara
maat pita ki
maat pita ki sewa hi ko jivan jisne jana
unke charno ki maati ko chandan jisne mana
suno sunata hu tumhe ek amar kahani
sharvan ki amar kahani
maat pita ke liye jisne di kurbani, kurbani

kaandhe ka var daal chala wo beta aagya kari
mata pita ke bojh ko samjha phulo se kam bhari
tufano ne rasta roka
tufano ne rasta roka vipdao ne pag pag toka
bhukh pyas ne hosh udaye
bhukh pyas ne hosh udaye
sharvan magar badhta hi jaye
sharvan magar badhta hi jaye
kadam kadam par thokar khata
har thokar ki hansi udata
ek lagan thi ek hi dhun thi
ek lagan thi ek hi dhun thi
maat pita ke band aankho ke
jab tak khule na dware
daata de vardan ye balak tab tak ji na haare
suno sunata hu tumhe ek amar kahani
sharvan ki amar kahani
maat pita ke liye jisne di kurbani, kurbani

chalte chalte pahunch gaya ek din saryu ke kinare
bilakh rahe the budhe mata pita pyas ke marae
kaanwar ko kaandhe se utara
kaanwar ko kaandhe se utara
gaya nadi ke tat jal bharne
gaya nadi ke tat jal bharne
pani bharte bharte aakar ghera honi ke chakkar ne
khel rahe the dashrath van me kahin shikar
samjhe saryu tat par pani peeti hai
hirno ki daar
baandh nishana tear chalaya
huyi ek aisi bhul

Listen, I tell you an immortal tale,
Of a listening heart, a timeless trail.
For his parents, he gave his all,
A sacrifice, answering their call.
For his parents, he gave his all.

He was the light in the blind eyes of his kin,
A child who forgot play, letting devotion begin.
Service to his parents, the path he did tread,
The dust of their feet, a blessing instead.
Listen, I tell you an immortal tale,
Of a listening heart, a timeless trail.
For his parents, he gave his all.

Upon his shoulders, the obedient son,
Carried the weight, his duty was done.
He saw it lighter than flowers, this burden of love,
Though storms blocked the path, sent from above.
The hungry, thirsty, the trials they brought,
Yet Shravan pressed on, never caught.
He stumbled and fell, but with laughter he rose,
One desire, one song, wherever he goes.
Until their blind eyes see again light,
May this boy never yield in this unending fight.
Listen, I tell you an immortal tale,
Of a listening heart, a timeless trail.
For his parents, he gave his all.

At the edge of the Sarayu, at journey's end,
His parents cried out, their thirst to transcend.
He lowered the Kavadi, their burden set free,
Went to the river to fill the decree.
While he drew the water, fate took hold,
King Dashrath, hunting, a story untold.
He thought it was deer, drinking in the wood,
And he shot his arrow, misunderstood.
A tragic mistake, a fateful decree.