ek kahani nanhe munne bacho
tumhe sunani hai
na isme mahlo ka raja na pariyo ki rani hai
ek kahani nanhe munne bacho tumhe sunani hai
na isme mahlo ka raja na pariyo ki rani hai
aur na isme chand pe rahne wali budhiya nani hai
bolo bacho kya tumne bhi aisi suni kahani hai
aisa hi ek kissa aao tumhe sunaye
aisa hi ek kissa aao tumhe sunaye
kitna bal hai ekta me tumhe bataye
kitna bal hai ekta me tumhe bataye

kisi jungle me rahta tha ek siyar
sath me tha chhota sa uska parivar
biwi bacho ke sath rukhi sukhi kha kar
kisi tarah se apna din tha raha guzar
kabhi kabhi to adhi roti bhi na wo log pate the
aasu peekar bhukhe pyase bache yu so jate the
bhukh se bachne ka phir usne socha ek upay
kisi aur jungle se jakar kyu na roti laye
kyu na roti laye

yah soch dusre jungle me wo ja pahucha
ek bhayanak sher jaha ka tha raja
wo bada hi jalim tha sab usse darte the
khud bhukhe rah kar bhi jalim ka pet bharte the
jurm ke badh jane se sab trahi trahi karne lage
jalim ke hatho se jab bemaut bechare mrne lage
tab siyar ne sabko bulaya ek rasta unhe dikhaya
ekta ka usne sabko aisa hi ek path padhaya
uske bad kya hua
phir sabne mil kar us jalim ko pal me
maar giraya pal me mar giraya or kaha
usko na jinda chhod enge hak jiska sabne mara hai
har jor jurm ki takkar me sangarsh hamara nara hai
sangarsh hamara nara hai sangarsh hamara nara hai

A tale I weave for little ears,
a story spun, dispelling fears.
No royal halls, no fairy queen,
no moon-bound crone, a spectral scene.

Have you heard a tale like this, my dears?
A simple truth, to quell your tears.
A lesson whispered, soft and low,
of unity, its vibrant glow.

A jackal lived, within a wood,
with kin he loved, as life he stood.
On meager fare, their lives they spent,
with empty bellies, heaven-sent.
Sometimes, a crust, a paltry bite,
while hungry babes would weep the night.
To ease the pain, a plan he sought,
from distant woods, a meal he brought.
A distant feast, a hope to find.

He sought a land, a fearsome place,
where ruled a lion, cruel of face.
A tyrant's grip, a reign of dread,
where fear and sorrow freely spread.
The wicked lord, with hunger fed,
while others starved, and slowly bled.
The cries of pain, a mournful sound,
as death's dark shadow filled the ground.
The jackal called, a path to show,
a single lesson, seeds to sow:
In unity, the power lies.

Then, joined as one, with hearts ablaze,
they felled the tyrant in a haze.
They vowed no mercy, no reprieve,
for those who stole what they believe.
Against injustice, stand as one,
our struggle's cry, till day is done.
Our struggle's cry, our guiding light,
our struggle's cry, with all our might.