maa sirf nata nahi ye kuch or bhi hai
maa se bichad ke bhi ye tut jata nahi
ye sach hai koi kahani nahi
ye sach hai koi kahani nahi
khun khun hota hai pani nahi
khun khun hota hai pani nahi

phulo ki pahchan hai rango bu se
pahchane jate hai insan lahu se, insan lahu se
ha isse badi kuch nishani nahi
ha isse badi kuch nishani nahi
khun khun hota hai pani nahi
khun khun hota hai pani nahi

ye khun jisne paida kiya hai
wo dudh maa ka sabne piya hai, sabne piya hai
kya iski kimat chukani nahi
kya iski kimat chukani nahi
khun khun hota hai pani nahi
khun khun hota hai pani nahi

Mother, more than kinship, a presence unseen,
Though severed, it lingers, eternally keen.
This truth, not a tale, whispered low,
This truth, not a tale, the heart's crimson glow.
Blood remains blood, never water to flow.
Blood remains blood, never water to flow.

As flowers are known by their scents and their hue,
And humans by blood, the life flowing through.
No greater a mark, a bond to embrace,
No greater a mark, etched deep in its space.
Blood remains blood, never water to trace.
Blood remains blood, never water to trace.

The blood that gives birth, a sacred decree,
And the milk of the mother, for all to agree.
Must the price then be paid? A question so deep,
Must the price then be paid, secrets to keep?
Blood remains blood, while the waters all sleep.
Blood remains blood, while the waters all sleep.