pathar dil saz duniya wale
pathar ke hai devta koi na samjha
koi na jana kya hai ma ki mamta

ek ma ka ye dil tha koi mitti ka khilona nahi
ek ma ka ye dil tha koi mitti ka khilona nahi
ise kahe ko toda bhagwan zalim ye duniya
teri mamta ko jani nahi arey tu to nahi tha anjan
ek ma ka ye dil tha koi mitti ka khilona nahi
ise kahe ko toda bhagwan zalim ye duniya
teri mamta ko jani nahi arey tu to nahi tha anjan
ek ma ka ye dil tha koi mitti ka khilona nahi

aag lage re aisi duniya ko teri
aag lage re aisi duniya ko teri
khali jo kar gayi bhari god meri
khali jo kar gayi bhari god meri
koi rok na payega, koi rok na payega
sabko baha le jayega meri ashqo ka ye tufa
ek ma ka ye dil tha koi mitti ka khilona nahi
ise kahe ko toda bhagwan zalim ye duniya
teri mamta ko jani nahi arey tu to nahi tha anjan
ek ma ka ye dil tha koi mitti ka khilona nahi

har ek aahat mujhko deti hai dhokha
har ek aahat mujhko deti hai dhokha
chhupa tu yahin pe kahin mere lal hoga
chhupa tu yahin pe kahin mere laal hoga
khali ho gayi bahe, khali ho gayi bahe
dhundhle hai sab rahe meri duniya huyi re viran
ek ma ka ye dil tha koi mitti ka khilona nahi
ise kahe ko toda bhagwan zalim ye duniya
teri mamta ko jani nahi arey tu to nahi tha anjan
ek maa ka ye dil tha koi mitti ka khilona nahi

Stone hearts, all the world,
Stone the idols, none perceive,
None fathomed what a mother's love might be.

A mother's heart, no mere clay toy,
A mother's heart, no mere clay toy,
Why shatter it, O God, this cruel world?
Her love you knew not, yet you were no stranger.
A mother's heart, no mere clay toy,
Why shatter it, O God, this cruel world?
Her love you knew not, yet you were no stranger.
A mother's heart, no mere clay toy.

Burn, burn this world of yours,
Burn, burn this world of yours,
That emptied my overflowing lap.
That emptied my overflowing lap.
None can hold it back, none can hold it back,
My tears, a storm, will sweep all away.
A mother's heart, no mere clay toy,
Why shatter it, O God, this cruel world?
Her love you knew not, yet you were no stranger.
A mother's heart, no mere clay toy.

Each sound deceives me now,
Each sound deceives me now,
Hiding somewhere near, my son must be.
Hiding somewhere near, my son must be.
Empty are my arms, empty are my arms,
All paths are dim, my world now desolate.
A mother's heart, no mere clay toy,
Why shatter it, O God, this cruel world?
Her love you knew not, yet you were no stranger.
A mother's heart, no mere clay toy.