o maa o maa na bolegi na bolegi
ab tere lakh bulaye na bolegi na bolegi
ab na uthega hath ki jisne jhule jhulaye
ab na khulegi aanhk bhi jisme
sada najar tu aaye fir na mile wo dudh
bhale tu lahk janam le aaye na bolegi na bolegi
ab tere lakh bulaye na bolegi

kaise daha triya hokar kaise chita jalayi jaye
mana lohe ki diware lekin na ghabraye
aasu bhi ganga jamuna the tan ko tu nahlaye
phir dhire se dharti maa ki
god me maa ko sulaye aag jalaye
jalte dilo ke sholo se chita jalaye
na bolegi na bolegi ab tere lakh bulaye na bolegi

Oh Mother, Oh Mother, she will not speak, she will not speak.
Though you call a thousand times, she will not, she will not.
The hand that cradled, that swayed the cradle, will not rise.
The eyes that saw your constant presence, will not open.
Though you bring the milk of a thousand lives,
She will not speak, she will not speak.
Though you call a thousand times, she will not.

How does a woman, now ashes, ignite the pyre?
Though walls of a thousand lives, fear not.
Tears, Ganga and Yamuna, bathe the form.
Then gently, in the Mother Earth's lap,
Lay the Mother to rest, light the fire.
With flames of burning hearts, the pyre ignite.
She will not speak, she will not speak.
Though you call a thousand times, she will not.