kamjor samajh ke gaiya pe hath na uthao
kamjor samajh ke gaiya pe hath na uthao
gaiya lakho ki hai maiya lakho ki hai maiya
bhaiya dur hat jao re samne na aao
kamjor samajh ke gaiya pe hath na uthao
gaiya lakho ki hai maiya lakho ki hai maiya
bhaiya dur hat jao re samne na aao

gaiya vo mata hai jiske tan me devta rahe
tan me devta rahe iski seva se ghar ghar me
ganga dudh ki bahe ganga dudh ki bahe
aisi mata ko sata ke maa ka dudh na lajao re
gaiya lakho ki hai maiya lakho ki hai maiya
bhaiya dur hat jao re samne na aao

teri diwali me jalte ghee ke diye jalte ghee ke diye
ghar ki lazmi ko kyu mare papi pet ke liye
papi pet ke liye apna muh kala karke
auro ke deeo ko na bhujao re gaiya lakho ki hai maiya
lakho ki hai maiya bhaiya dur hat jao re samne na aao re

panghat pe jinda rah ke ye duniya ko jalati
ye duniya ko jalati apne bachde ka hak cheen
tumko dudh pilati tumko dudh pilati
jiska makkhan khate tum uspe talwar na chalao
gaiya lakho ki hai maiya lakho ki hai maiya
bhaiya dur hat jao re samne na aao re
kamjor samajh ke gaiya pe hath na uthao
gaiya lakho ki hai maiya lakho ki hai maiya
bhaiya dur hat jao re dur hat jao

Do not raise a hand, for weakness presumed,
Do not raise a hand, your intent consumed.
The cow is worth a fortune, the mother a million,
Brother, step back, from this sacred pavilion.
Do not raise a hand, for weakness assumed.

The cow, a mother, where deities reside,
Deities dwell within, by her service we abide.
From her, a river of milk does flow,
A Ganges of nurture, to and fro.
Do not shame such a mother, her milk you will hide,
Do not raise a hand, where reverence must preside.

Your Diwali, lit by lamps of ghee, ablaze,
Why would you kill honor, in a selfish haze?
For a sinful stomach, your face turned to black,
Do not extinguish the light, on a treacherous track.
The cow is worth a fortune, the mother a million,
Brother, step back, from this darkened dominion.

At the water's edge, she gives life to the flame,
She sets this world burning, whispering each name.
She steals from her calf, its destined reward,
Yet, she gives you her milk, that life may be stored.
You drink of her butter, then raise up your blade?
The cow is worth a fortune, a debt to be paid.
Do not raise a hand, the weak to assail,
The cow is worth a fortune, may your efforts fail.
Brother, step back, step back and be still.