chup chup apni jan pe sah ja
dunia ka anyay
koi nahi is dharti par jo tera dard bataye
sita ke liye likha hai yahi
har yug me agni pariksha de
sita ke liye likha hai yahi
har yug me agni pariksha de
dukh sah ke bhi mukh se kuch na kahe
man ko dhiraj ki siksha de
sita ke liye likha hai yahi

gairo ke kadwe bol sune
apno ka atyachar sahe
jis ram ke sang ban ban bhatke
us ram ke bhi dutkar sune
dharti me shamane se pahle
dharti me shamane se pahle
dharti ki tarah har bhar sahe
sita ke liye likha hai yahi

purusho ki banai dunia me
kya ek nari ka man na bache
jis jahar se ram ka man na bacha
us jahar se kya insan bache
jo reet yugo se jari hai
jo reet yugo se jari hai
us reet se kaise jan bache
sita ke liye likha hai yahi

is andhi bahari nagri me
jab jab sita ko aana hai
jite ji kasht uthana
marne pe sati kahlana hai
marne pe sati kahlana hai
itihas ke panno ko sadiyo
itihas ke panno ko sadiyo
yuhi ye katha dohrana hai
sita ke liye likha hai yahi
har yug me agni pariksha de
dukh sah ke bhi mukh se kuch na kahe
man ko dhiraj ki siksha de
sita ke liye likha hai yahi

Silent, silent, endure your own soul's plight,
The world's injustice, a relentless night.
No one on earth to share the ache you bear,
For Sita, this fate, a burden to wear.
Through every age, the fire's harsh test,
For Sita, this decree, forever blessed
With the courage to suffer, and never to speak,
The mind's fortitude, the lessons you seek.
For Sita, this fate, the echoes that creak.

Harsh words of strangers, a bitter sting,
The cruelty of loved ones, the suffering they bring.
With the Ram you roamed, through forests so deep,
Even his scorn, the secrets you keep.
Before the earth claims, its final embrace,
Like the earth herself, bearing every trace,
For Sita, this fate, etched in time's keep.

In a world built by men, a woman's disgrace?
Can dignity ever find its rightful space?
If the poison that touched Ram's very core,
Can humans escape, forevermore?
The rituals passed down, through ages untold,
How can the soul, the spirit, be bold?
For Sita, this fate, a story to hold.

In this city of blindness, deaf to the plea,
When Sita returns, eternally,
To live through torment, a life of despair,
To be called a Sati, beyond compare.
Across history's pages, the tale will unfold,
Across history's pages, forever be told.
For Sita, this fate, in stories of old.
Through every age, the fire's harsh test,
With the courage to suffer, forever blessed
The mind's fortitude, the lessons you seek.
For Sita, this fate, the echoes that creak.