phulo ki mahak lahro ki
lachak bijli ki chura kar angadayi
jo sakal banai kudrat ne aurat wo yaha ban kar aayi
ban kar aayi beti wo bani patni wo bani sathi wo bani
parmeshwar mana pati ko
aur mandir me diya bati wo bani
yu intzar swami ka kiya khidki pe shama si jalti rahi
wo bahar ras rachata raha ye ghar me haye siskati rahi

hay kyu ruthi ho jane bahar bolo na
aur ab hoga nahi intzar bolo na
hay kyu ruthi ho jane bahar bolo na
pahlu me aa ja sanso me ghul na
baho me soja jam me dhalja
pahlu me aa ja sanso me ghul na
baho me soja jam me dhalja rat
aayegi na ye bar bar bolo na
hay kyu ruthi ho jane bahar
bolo na aur ab hoga nahi intzar bolo na

aur fir aa hi gaya din bhi wo manhus
ki jab mard ki pyas ne rang naya dikhlaya
aashiya apna jo tha haye paraya wo hua
bhawra ek or nayi titli liye ghar aaya

maut ke siwa garib ke jakham ka nahi koi ilaz
wah ri o dunia besharam wah re o behara samaj
kitni kaliya teri rah me khil ke bhi na muskura saki
koi jake kothe pe chali koi haye dub kar mari

haye aurat hai chiz kya tu bhi khake thokar bhi pyar karti hai
jiske hatho tu luti jati hai uspe hi jan nishar karti hai
tu nahi janti hai itna bhi khud kushi khud narak ki rah hai ek
jurm karna hi bas gunah nahi jurm sahna bhi to gunah hai ek
bhul kar apna farz jab majhi khud hi kashti duba de pani me
tab kisi or naw par jana hai nahi pap jindgani me
uth koi or humsafar chun le jod rishta nayi kahani se
hai andhere me jo teri bahne maut ko unki jindgani de

From floral scents and ocean's sway,
From lightning's dance, a stolen grace,
Nature sculpted woman's form,
And here she came, to find her place.

A daughter first, then wife she'd be,
A partner true, a guiding light,
Her husband, God, in reverence held,
A lamp within her temple bright.

She waited, like a candle lit,
Beside the window's silent pane,
While he, outside, in revelry danced,
And she, within, in sorrow's rain.

Why, oh Spring, your anger shown?
Do speak, and end this waiting's moan.
Come to my side, in breath entwined,
Sleep in my arms, in wine you find.
Come to my side, in breath entwined,
Sleep in my arms, in wine you find.
This night will never come again,
Do speak, and end this waiting's pain.
Why, oh Spring, your anger shown?
Do speak, and end this waiting's moan.

Then came the day, ill-fated, cursed,
When man's thirst, a different hue displayed,
Her haven, once her own, now lost,
Another bee, a new butterfly, swayed.

For the poor, no cure but death's embrace,
Oh, world, of shame, oh, flowing race!
How many buds, on your path laid,
Could bloom, could smile, were then betrayed?
Some, to the brothel's shadowed hall,
Some, drowned in depths, answering fate's call.

Oh, woman, what a thing you are,
Though broken, still you love, afar.
The hands that steal, the life you give,
Upon their mercy, you believe.
You know not, self-destruction's door,
A path to hell, forevermore.
To sin alone is not the crime,
To suffer sin, in measured time.
When the captain, forgets his role,
And sinks the boat, controls the soul,
Then to any boat is not right,
is a sin of life.
Rise, and choose another mate,
Build a new bond, and seal their fate.
To those in darkness, sisters dear,
Give death to death, and life to fear.