mere bapu se ye kahna tumhra desh rota hai
tumhari kalpanao ka yaha par khun hota hai
mere bapu se ye kahna

watan ki tumne phulwari ko sicha khun se apne
tumhari kalapanao ke adhure hai abhi sapne
adhure hai abhi sapne
tumhare kal ke satyug ka nahi abhash hota hai
mere bapu se ye kahna

niyat insan ki badli badhi irshya se barbadi
sisak kar ro rahi dekho ahinsa or abadi
ahinsa or abadi
aniti naachti hai desh ka adarsh khota hai
mere bapu se ye kahna

pahan kar wastar ukhabi ke
bane bahrupiye neta
ahinsa na milti to yaha har aasra leta
yaha har aasra leta
tumhare nam ka bapu yaha vyopar hota hai
mere bapu se ye kahna tumhra desh rota hai

Tell my Bapu, your nation weeps,
Your visions here in blood now sleeps.
Tell my Bapu, these words I keep.

You watered freedom's garden, with your life's red rain,
Yet still, your dreams, unfinished, linger in pain.
Unfinished dreams, a lingering stain.
Your golden age, a distant, fading gleam,
Tell my Bapu, of this broken dream.

Man's heart has changed, with envy's bitter sting,
See how Ahimsa, and her children, wail and sing,
Ahimsa and her children, sorrow bring.
Injustice dances, ideals start to fade,
Tell my Bapu, of the choices we have made.

Wearing saffron robes, they play their deceitful parts,
If peace was not, they would seize all hearts,
They'd seize all hearts, and play their arts.
Your name, Bapu, a trade now they embrace,
Tell my Bapu, your nation weeps, this desolate space.