tut gaye ho jiske sapne
bachpan aur anjaane me
jeene marna ek barabar
uska tere jamaane me
lut liya sansaar lut liya sansaar
kuchal di kali kuwaari
uda li khushbu saari
lut liya lut liya sansaar
lut liya sansaar

jiske haatho lagi naa mehandi
uski doli kaun sajaaye
jiske haatho lagi naa mehandi
uski doli kaun sajaaye
bhatak rahi hai gali gaili me
apni jinda laash uthaaye
apni jinda laash uthaaye
laasho ka vyapaar laasho ka vyapaar
kare duniya vyapaari bike baajar me naari
lut liya lut liya sansaar lut liya sansaar

kaun banaaye isko beti
kaun kahega isko bahana
kaun banaaye isko beti
kaun kahega isko bahana
bikhre laaj ke sadke wo thi
lut liya izzatt ka gahana
lut liya izzatt ka gahana
kiske gale ka haar
kiske gale ka haar banegi ye bechaari
phire ye maari maari
lut liya lut liya sansaar
lut liya sansaar

aankh me aansu bikhare keshu
jo dekhe samjhe aawaara
aankh me aansu bikhare keshu
jo dekhe samjhe aawaara
badhke kisi ne kheencha aanchal
hanske kisi ne patthar maara
hanske kisi ne patthar maara chhut gaya ghar baar
chhut gaya ghar baar bana jeevan chingaari
kafan ban jaaye saadi lut liya lut liya sansaar
lut liya sansaar kuchal di kali kuwaari
uda liya khushbu saari lut liya lut liya sansaar
lut liya sansaar lut liya sansaar

Shattered are the dreams, undone,
In innocence, the childhood gone.
To live and die, a single plight,
In an age devoid of light.
The world is plundered, utterly,
The virgin bud, crushed cruelly,
All fragrance stolen, swept away,
The world is plundered, day by day.
The world is plundered, utterly.

Whose hands knew not the henna's stain,
Whose palanquin will bear her pain?
Wandering lost, through every street,
She carries her own death, complete.
A trade in corpses, bought and sold,
The market reaps, the story told.
The world is plundered, utterly.
The world is plundered, utterly.

Who will call her daughter now?
Who will whisper, "Sister," how?
Her modesty, in pieces strewn,
Her honor stolen, far too soon.
Whose necklace now will she adorn?
This wretched soul, so harshly torn,
She wanders lost, in endless dread,
The world is plundered, the words unsaid.
The world is plundered, utterly.

In tear-filled eyes, hair unbound,
The world sees naught but lost and found.
A hand that tears her garment's grace,
A mocking stone, in her embrace.
Her home is gone, her life ablaze,
Her sari, now, a shroud of days.
The world is plundered, utterly,
The virgin bud, crushed cruelly,
All fragrance stolen, swept away,
The world is plundered, day by day.
The world is plundered, utterly.
The world is plundered, utterly.