sath ka mard solah ki janani huyi amma
sath ka mard solah ki janani huyi amma
bhude pe kaisi ho kaisi
bhude pe kaisi chadi jawani huyi amma
sath ka mard solah ki janani huyi amma
bhude pe kaisi chadi jawani huyi amma

iske chalan ka charcha haye haye kya bolu
shor hai kya ghar ghar ka haye haye kya bolu
iske chalan ka charcha haye haye kya bolu
shor hai kya ghar ghar ka haye haye kya bolu
dhal gayai ski aankh ka pani huyi amma
sath ka mard solah ki janani huyi amma
bhude pe kaisi chadi jawani huyi amma

bhudi kamar me dam nahi phir bhi dekho chhachhand
sina tane aadha khula aur aadha band
bhudi kamar me dam nahi phir bhi dekho chhachhand
sina tane aadha khula aur aadha band
dhalti umar itni mastani huyi amma
sath ka mard solah ki janani huyi amma
bhude pe kaisi chadi jawani huyi amma

mai dikhla du hath agar baya dehna
phir tu uth ke mang le pani to kahna
mai dikhla du hath agar baya dehna
phir tu uth ke mang le pani to kahna
yaad aa jaye tujhko teri nani huyi amma
sath ka mard solah ki janani huyi amma
bhude pe kaisi chadi jawani huyi amma

Sixty's man, a sixteen-year-old woman now, Mother,
Sixty's man, a sixteen-year-old woman now, Mother,
How can such youth, oh how can it be,
Upon the old, such youth's ascendancy, Mother?
Sixty's man, a sixteen-year-old woman now, Mother,
How can such youth, oh how can it be,
Upon the old, such youth's ascendancy, Mother?

Of her ways, the talk, alas, what can I say?
The clamor in every home, alas, what can I say?
Of her ways, the talk, alas, what can I say?
The clamor in every home, alas, what can I say?
The water of his eyes has ebbed away, Mother,
Sixty's man, a sixteen-year-old woman now, Mother,
How can such youth, oh how can it be,
Upon the old, such youth's ascendancy, Mother?

The old back has no strength, yet see her verse,
Chest thrust out, half-open, half-enclosed, perverse.
The old back has no strength, yet see her verse,
Chest thrust out, half-open, half-enclosed, perverse.
So much abandon in fading years, Mother,
Sixty's man, a sixteen-year-old woman now, Mother,
How can such youth, oh how can it be,
Upon the old, such youth's ascendancy, Mother?

If I show you my left, then my right hand,
Then you, rising, beg for water, understand?
If I show you my left, then my right hand,
Then you, rising, beg for water, understand?
You will recall the image of your own grandmother, Mother,
Sixty's man, a sixteen-year-old woman now, Mother,
How can such youth, oh how can it be,
Upon the old, such youth's ascendancy, Mother?