sabse achi maa ha na bolo ya
ha sabse achi maa ha na bolo ya ha
maa lekin bas apne hi bacho ko dhud pilaye
gaye sab ko pale kya apne kya paraye
gaye sab ko pale kya apne kya paraye
gaye or gori ha gori or gaye ha gaye or gori ha

nadiya kinare ho gav hamara ho
panghat ke pichhe pipal ki chhayia
nadiya kinare ho gav hamara ho
panghat ke pichhe pipal ki chhayia
ao ri ao ho jhumo ri gao ho bansi bajao ho ban ke kanhyia
gati meri gayia chale purvayia o jhume ban ke asamaa
sabse achi maa ha na bolo ya ha
sabse achi maa ha na bolo ya ha
maa lekin bas apne hi bacho ko dhud pilaye
gaye sab ko pale kya apne kya paraye
gaye sab ko pale kya apne kya paraye
gaye or gori ha gori or gaye ha gaye or gori ha

maa ne dil toda hai bachpan me chhod a hai
mai itna roti to gaye na hoti ho
maa ne dil toda hai bachpan me chhod a hai
mai itna roti to gaye na hoti ho
de mujhko jini or isko na chhino
duniya se maangu na hire na moti
yahi mera moti yahi meri jyoti o mera jiwan meri jan
sabse achi maa ha na bolo ya ha
sabse achi maa ha na bolo ya ha
maa lekin bas apne hi bacho ko dhud pilaye
gaye sab ko pale kya apne kya paraye
gaye sab ko pale kya apne kya paraye
gaye or gori ha gori or gaye ha gaye or gori ha

Speak, is Mother best? Say yes or no.
Speak, is Mother best? Say yes or no, yes.
Mother, yes, she nurses her own young,
But the cow, she nurtures all, kin and stranger.
The cow nurtures all, kin and stranger.
The cow and the fair one, yes, the fair one and the cow.

Our village by the river flows,
Beneath the peepal tree, behind the well.
Our village by the river flows,
Beneath the peepal tree, behind the well.
Come, sisters, dance, and sing, and play the flute, become a Krishna,
My cow sings, the eastern wind blows, the heavens sway.
Speak, is Mother best? Say yes or no, yes.
Speak, is Mother best? Say yes or no, yes.
Mother, yes, she nurses her own young,
But the cow, she nurtures all, kin and stranger.
The cow nurtures all, kin and stranger.
The cow and the fair one, yes, the fair one and the cow.

Mother broke my heart, left me in childhood's keep,
Had I wept so, I would not be a cow.
Mother broke my heart, left me in childhood's keep,
Had I wept so, I would not be a cow.
Let me live, do not take this from me,
I ask the world for neither jewels nor pearls.
This is my pearl, this is my light, oh, my life, my soul.
Speak, is Mother best? Say yes or no, yes.
Speak, is Mother best? Say yes or no, yes.
Mother, yes, she nurses her own young,
But the cow, she nurtures all, kin and stranger.
The cow nurtures all, kin and stranger.
The cow and the fair one, yes, the fair one and the cow.