? aankh ki andhi, dil ka
naam tera taqdeer
bich dagar me khadi chalaye
ulte sidhe teer
ye kya kar dina more ram
sita si nari dar dar fire hai badnam
ye kya kar dina more ram
sita si nari dar dar fire hai badnam
man hi man roye dikhe lakshman ka bhaiya
kaisa macha hai kohram
sita si nari dar dar fire hai badnam
ye kya kar dina more ram
sita si nari dar dar fire hai badnam

ek nich ki nich baat ne kaisa din dikhlaya
ek nich ki nich baat ne kaisa din dikhlaya
phul ke jaisi sukumari ka komal jiya jalaya
moh bhi ? mamta jal gayi
moh bhi ? mamta jal gayi
rah gayi dukhki aanch
sita si nari dar dar fire hai badnam
ye kya kar dina more ram
sita si nari dar dar fire hai badnam

dil ka daag koi na dekhe
man ka maran na jane
dil ka daag koi na dekhe
man ka maran na jane
buri ghadi me apna paraya
koi na pahchane
buri ghadi me apna paraya
koi na pahchane
kya phir jag se kuch daya daata
kya phir jag se kuch daya daata
nayay dhram ka naam
sita si nari dar dar fire hai badnam
ye kya kar dina more ram
sita si nari dar dar fire hai badnam

kaha chali tu kidhar chali
koi kya puchhe abla se
kaha chali tu kidhar chali
koi kya puchhe abla se
aansu bankar rah gaye nain udase
chhut gaye sare sang sahare
chhut gaye sare sang sahare
tu jati kau gaanv
sita si nari dar dar fire hai badnam
ye kya kar dina more ram
sita si nari dar dar fire hai badnam
ye kya kar dina more ram
sita si nari dar dar fire hai badnam
dar dar fire hai badnam
dar dar fire hai badnam
hey ram hey ram hey ram

Blind to the eye, the heart's true measure,
Fate's cruel name, a whispered treasure.
Standing mid-path, arrows fly,
Twisted, turned beneath a weeping sky.
What have you done, O Rama mine?
Sita wanders, shame's design.
What have you done, O Rama mine?
Sita wanders, shame's design.
Laxman's brother, heart in pain,
A tempest born of cruel disdain.
Sita wanders, shame's design.
What have you done, O Rama mine?
Sita wanders, shame's design.

A vile tongue, a whispered word,
Unleashed a day so deeply stirred.
A tender heart, a flower's grace,
Consumed by fire, left no trace.
Love and kindness, both now gone,
Only sorrow lingers on.
Sita wanders, shame's design.
What have you done, O Rama mine?
Sita wanders, shame's design.

No one sees the heart's deep scar,
Nor knows the soul's departing star.
In darkest hours, all depart,
No friend remains, a broken heart.
In darkest hours, all depart,
No friend remains, a broken heart.
Is there mercy left in the world?
Is there justice, truth unfurled?
Sita wanders, shame's design.
What have you done, O Rama mine?
Sita wanders, shame's design.

Where do you go? Which path to tread?
Who asks the weak, the sorrow-led?
Tears become a constant stream,
Empty eyes, a fading dream.
All support has slipped away,
Where do you go, what village stay?
Sita wanders, shame's design.
What have you done, O Rama mine?
Sita wanders, shame's design.
What have you done, O Rama mine?
Sita wanders, shame's design.
Wandering, shame's design.
Wandering, shame's design.
O Rama, Rama, Rama.