sakshi rahna dharti maata he yamune he gange
aaj dropadi dekh rahi ye purush hai kitne nange
are papiyo
are papiyo pap tumhara tumko hi kha jayega
naari ka apmaan kare jo wo samaj mit jayega
are papiyo

baithe dekho pathar bankar maharathi ye sare
sunte hai brahmand kaapta unke dar ke mare
hai koi maa ka lal
hai koi maa ka lal yaha jo dusto ko lalkare
chikh rahi hai bahan tumhari beti tumhe pukare
kaun khara hai kaun khota aaj ye parkha jayega
are papiyo, are papiyo

sunlo sau putro ki mata tum bhi ho ek naari
ek bar to mujhko dekho mai kul vadhu tumhari
dekho bikhre bal ye
dekho bikhre bal ye mere meri ye lachari
ab to aankh ki patti kholo ab mata gandhari
tumse in andho ka ye andher na dekha jayega
are papiyo, are papiyo

kan khol kar suno sati ki laz lutne walo
kuch din aur nirlazzo apna nacha dikha lo
dekh rahi mai dur disha me mahanash ki jwala
pahnegi nar chandi ek din nar mundo ki mala
ud jayenge raajmahal ye mit jayegi chahal pahal ye
ud jayenge raajmahal ye mit jayegi chahal pahal ye
nahi rahega ye sighaasan, nahi rahega ye duryodhan
ye bhishan anyay aaj ka khun se dhoya jayega
nari ka apman kare jo wo samaj mit jayega
are papiyo pap tumhara tumko hi kha jayega
nari ko apman kare jo wo samaj mit jayega
are papiyo

Witness, Earth Mother, Yamuna, Ganges, attend,
Draupadi watches, the men, their spirits un-fenced.
Oh, you sinners,
Oh, you sinners, your sin will consume you,
The society that dishonors woman, it shall be undone.
Oh, you sinners.

Stone-like they sit, these great warriors all,
The cosmos trembles, at their feared call.
Is there a son of a mother,
Is there a son of a mother, to challenge the vile?
Your sister screams, your daughter calls, meanwhile.
Who is true, who is false, the hour will decide,
Oh, you sinners, oh, you sinners.

Hear now, mother of a hundred sons, a woman you too,
Look at me once, I am your family's dew.
See these scattered tresses,
See these scattered tresses, my helplessness, anew.
Open your blindfold, Mother Gandhari, do.
Your darkness, you, will no longer abide,
Oh, you sinners, oh, you sinners.

Listen close, you who steal a woman's pride,
A few more days, shameless, in your wicked tide.
I see in the distance, the fire of doom,
The fierce goddess will wear, a necklace of tomb.
These palaces will vanish, this bustle will cease,
These palaces will vanish, this bustle will cease.
No throne shall remain, nor Duryodhana’s reign,
This brutal injustice, in blood, cleansed will be.
The society that dishonors woman, it shall be undone.
Oh, you sinners, your sin will consume you,
The society that dishonors woman, it shall be undone.
Oh, you sinners.