ye vedo ki hai vaani
santo ke mukh se jaani
jo saasu ki sewa karti
dhnay dhany wo bahu rani
ye vedo ki hai vaani
santo ke mukh se jaani
jo saasu ki sewa karti
dhnay dhany wo bahu rani
ye vedo ki hai vaani

hai kaam kathin ye naari hai
aur kadam kadam par hai mushkil
jane kitni lambi raahe
aur kitni dur mile manjil
isko to chalte jana hai
himmat se paanv badhana hai
chahe koi mushkil aaye
par apni manjil pana hai
ye maidano ko paar kare
kare paar nadi tufani
jo saasu ki sewa karti
dhnay dhany wo bahu rani
ye vedo ki hai vaani

in unche bade pahado se
sankalp bada is nari ka
isse se jyada sahas hoga
in unche bade pahado se
sankalp bada is nari ka
isse se jyada sahas hoga
kya aur kisi sansari ka
girte padte ye pag badhte
kitni baadhao se ladte
paanvo me chhale fut pade
unchayi par chadhte chadhte
lekin badhti hi jati hai
ye ek lagan ki diwani
jo saasu ki sewa karti
dhnay dhany wo bahu rani
ye vedo ki hai vaani

ye milo jami safed barf
us par ye tikhi shit lahar
lagta hai bachna mushkil hai
ab aaj yahi jayegi mar
ek paanv uthe ek paanv dhase
khil khil khil khil khil
ye barf hanse
har kadam kadam par lagta hai
sau sau zehrile naag dase
apna kartavy nibhane ko
kaisi deti hai kurbani
jo saasu ki sewa karti
dhnay dhany wo bahu rani
ye vedo ki hai vaani
santo ke mukh se jaani
jo saasu ki sewa karti
dhnay dhany wo bahu rani
ye vedo ki hai vaani

jitne thoda sa tap baaki
utna hi registan bada
paanvo ko chamdi chhod chali
nas nas se lahu hai tapak pada
aise me kaisi pyas badhi
hontho tak dekho jaan chadhi
aaye hai kaisi ghor ghadi
sankat me ab to aan padi

ye kaun surahi le aaya
aur kaun pilata hai pani
jo saasu ki sewa karti
dhnay dhany wo bahu rani
ye vedo ki hai vaani

saasu ke dono paanv chhile
ab bahu rani bhi hai ro di
kuch jungli patte tod liye
aur aanchal se patti baandhi
par phir bhi chalna mushkil hai
ab to har praytan har nisphal hai
dono ki himmat tut chali
ye is tap ka antim pal hai
aise me unt sanwar mila
yu mile devta vardani
jo saasu ki sewa karti
dhnay dhany wo bahu rani
ye vedo ki hai vaani

From Vedic hymns, the truth unfurls,
Whispered from saintly mouths, the story swirls.
She who serves her mother-in-law with grace,
Blessed, blessed, the daughter of this place.
From Vedic hymns, the truth unfurls.

A woman's path, a trial it seems,
Each step a struggle, fueled by dreams.
Endless roads, a distant shore,
Yet onward she must forever soar.
With courage strong, she takes her stand,
Obstacles rise, yet she'll command.
Across plains, through rivers' rage,
She braves the storm, upon life's stage.
She who serves her mother-in-law with grace,
Blessed, blessed, the daughter of this place.
From Vedic hymns, the truth unfurls.

Higher than mountains, her resolve so deep,
More courage than any mortal can keep.
More than mountains, her spirit takes flight,
Soaring above, a beacon of light.
Falling, rising, through hardships she treads,
Fighting battles in her heart and her head.
Blisters bloom, as she climbs so high,
Driven by love, beneath the sky.
For she is a devotee of devotion's fire.
She who serves her mother-in-law with grace,
Blessed, blessed, the daughter of this place.
From Vedic hymns, the truth unfurls.

Miles of white, a frozen sheet,
Piercing wind, a bitter greet.
Survival seems a distant plea,
As death approaches, wild and free.
One foot lifts, the other sinks,
The ice it laughs, as the cold wind thinks.
Each step a bite, a serpent's sting,
As she sacrifices everything.
To her duty she is bound.
She who serves her mother-in-law with grace,
Blessed, blessed, the daughter of this place.
From Vedic hymns, the truth unfurls.

The final trials, the desert's heat,
The last of the journey, bitter sweet.
Skin peels away, the flesh it bleeds,
As her veins and her spirit recede.
A burning thirst, a searing pain,
Life hangs in the balance, a desperate rain.
A desperate hour, danger nears,
As her heart fills with dread and with tears.
Who offers water, a vessel of grace?
Who brings the water to this place?
She who serves her mother-in-law with grace,
Blessed, blessed, the daughter of this place.
From Vedic hymns, the truth unfurls.

Her mother's feet, wounded and bare,
The daughter weeps, a burden to bear.
She gathers leaves, a tender touch,
With her sari, she binds so much.
Yet walking's hard, all effort fails,
Their spirits broken, as the strength wails.
Both their hopes are shattered, the final blow,
The end of the trial, no where to go.
A camel appears, a divine call,
Blessings descend, answering all.
She who serves her mother-in-law with grace,
Blessed, blessed, the daughter of this place.
From Vedic hymns, the truth unfurls.