teen lok ke devta hain taitish karod
mat pita do devta, in sab me bejor
are insaan
are insaan tu apana ghar pahchan
tere mata pita se badhke nahi re bhagwan
badke nahi re bahgwan
are insaan, are insaan

bhatak raha kyu andhiyare me
bharam me kyu bhrmata
pita rup parmeshvar ka hain, mata rup bidhata
ho mata pita ki godi pyari
sundar swrg saman, are insaan

lakho janam le fir bhi na chuke
mata pita ka karj
rom rom tera rini hain unka
jinhone jivan sarja
hao mata ki nau mahino par teri
sari umar kurban, are insaan

mashal chal kyu us dali ko
jiska tu hain ful
jisko godi ne bachpan khela
use gaya kyu bhul
use gaya kyu bhul
pita ka dukhda tujhe pukare laut ke aa
maa ke aansu tujhe pukare laut ke aa
dharm karm kartaby pukare laut ke aa
laut ke aa re anjaan
tere karan tadap rahe hain
mat pita ke praan, laut ke aa
laut ke aa re anjaan
laut ke aa re anjaan

Three realms' gods number thirty million,
Yet parents, two, outshine them all, a matchless legion.
O mortal,
O mortal, know your dwelling place,
For none surpasses your parents' grace.
Surpasses God's own face.
O mortal, O mortal.

Why wander lost in shadows deep,
In illusions, why do you weep?
Father, a form of the Divine,
Mother, the maker of your design.
Oh, in a mother and father's tender embrace,
Lies heaven's sweet and sacred space, O mortal.

Through countless births, the debt you bear,
To parents' love, beyond compare.
Each fiber of your being owes,
To those who life itself bestows.
Oh, for nine months, your mother bore you,
Her whole life for your sake, she gave, O mortal.

Why sever the branch that bore your bloom?
The lap where your childhood found its room,
Forgotten now, you turn away?
Forgotten, you stray?
Your father's sorrow calls to you, return,
Your mother's tears, for you they yearn.
Duty, devotion, call you back,
Return, O lost one, on the track.
For you they suffer, hearts aflame,
Your parents' lives, calling your name, return.
Return, O lost one, return.
Return, O lost one, return.