mujhko yaqin hai sach kahti thi jo bhi ammi kahti thi
mujhko yaqin hai sach kahti thi jo bhi ammi kahti thi
jab mere bachpan ke din the, chaand mein pariyaan rahti thi
mujhko yaqin hai sach kahti thi jo bhi ammi kahti thi

ek ye din jab apnon ne bhi hamse naataa tod liyaa
ek ye din jab apnon ne bhi hamse naataa tod liyaa
ek vo din jab ped ki shaakhen bojh hamaaraa sahti thi
mujhko yaqin hai sach kahti thi jo bhi ammi kahti thi

ek ye din jab saari sadken roothi roothi lagti hain
ek ye din jab saari sadken roothi roothi lagti hain
ek vo din jab aao khelen saari galiyaan kahti thi
mujhko yaqin hai sach kahti thi jo bhi ammi kahti thi

ek ye din jab jaagi raaten deevaaron ko takti hain
ek ye din jab jaagi raaten deevaaron ko takti hain
ek vo din jab shaamon ki bhi palken bojhal rahti thi
mujhko yaqin hai sach kahti thi jo bhi ammi kahti thi

ek ye din jab laakhon gham aur kaal padaa hai aansoo kaa
ek ye din jab laakhon gham aur kaal padaa hai aansoo kaa
ek vo din jab ek zaraa si baat pe nadiyaan bahti thi
mujhko yaqin hai sach kahti thi jo bhi ammi kahti thi
jab mere bachpan ke din the chaand mein pariyaan rahti thi
mujhko yaqin hai sach kahti thi jo bhi ammi kahti thi

I believe, it was all true, what mother used to say,
I believe, it was all true, what mother used to say,
When days of childhood bloomed, fairies in the moon would play.
I believe, it was all true, what mother used to say.

This day, when even kin have severed every tie,
This day, when even kin have severed every tie,
That day, when branches bore our weight, beneath a generous sky.
I believe, it was all true, what mother used to say.

This day, when every street appears to wear a frown,
This day, when every street appears to wear a frown,
That day, when every lane would whisper, "Come, let's play, run down!"
I believe, it was all true, what mother used to say.

This day, when sleepless nights stare at walls so bare,
This day, when sleepless nights stare at walls so bare,
That day, when evenings too, with heavy eyelids, longed to share.
I believe, it was all true, what mother used to say.

This day, when grief and famine choke the tear's soft flow,
This day, when grief and famine choke the tear's soft flow,
That day, when rivers surged with words, for things we did not know.

I believe, it was all true, what mother used to say,
When days of childhood bloomed, fairies in the moon would play.
I believe, it was all true, what mother used to say.