dekho bhagwan ye pyara desh hua shamshan
dekho bhagwan ye pyara desh hua shamshan
dekho bhagwan

he bhagwan ye kaisi ladai
vida hue bahno se bhai
is mata ka
is mata ka gaya sahara
is mata ka gaya sahara
beta mara jawan
pyara desh hua shamshan
dekho bhagwan

kitna sundar ye khilona
saha na jata iska rona
kitna sundar ye khilona
saha na jata iska rona
kaha hai iska pita batao
kaha hai iska pita batao
ye balak nadan
pyara desh hua shamshan
dekho bhagwan

ye nari kal tak thi suhagan
ho gayi vidhwa aaj abhaagan
is dukhiya ka
is dukhiya ka piya hua hai
is dukhiya ka piya hua hai
maut ke ghar mehman
pyara desh hua shamshsan
dekho bhagwan
ye pyara desh hua shamshan
dekho bhagwan

Behold, Lord, this land, once cherished, now a pyre,
Behold, Lord, this land, a pyre of desire,
Behold, Lord.

Oh, Lord, what battle is this we face?
Brothers bid farewell to sisters' grace.
This mother's strength,
This mother's hope, now torn, adrift,
This mother's anchor, lost in the rift,
Her son, a youth, in death's embrace,
This cherished land, a desolate space,
Behold, Lord.

How lovely this toy, once a gleam,
Its weeping a wound, a broken dream,
How lovely this toy, so fair and bright,
Its sorrow a shadow, obscuring light.
Where is its father, tell me where?
This child, so innocent, beyond compare,
This cherished land, a desolate prayer,
Behold, Lord.

This woman, a bride, with joy she knew,
Widowed today, her world askew,
This sorrowing heart,
This sorrowing soul, her love now gone,
This sorrowing heart, utterly withdrawn,
A guest of death, where shadows accrue,
This cherished land, a pyre anew,
Behold, Lord.
This cherished land, a pyre of woe,
Behold, Lord.