suno meri baat suno, chhota hain muh baat badi
suno meri baat suno, chhota hain muh baat badi
jaane na jaane koi aurat ki jaat badi
jaane na jaane koi aurat ki jaat badi
suno meri baat suno, chhota hain muh baat badi

maano ha maano badi veer hain naari
aa maano ha maano badi veer hain naari
mushkil jo pade banti hain o dhaal tumhaari
maano ha maano badi veer hain naari
mushkil jo pade banti hain o dhaal tumhaari
baat ye dil se kahi, par na jhuth maano kabhi
mard jo bhaag gaye, aurat ki jaat ladi
suno meri baat suno, chhota hain muh baat badi
jaane na jaane koi aurat ki jaat badi
suno meri baat suno, chhota hain muh baat badi

jabhi kabhi desh ko aa pade jarurat
talwaar leke aati hai madaan me aurat
jabhi kabhi desh ko aa pade jarurat
talwaar leke aati hai madaan me aurat
kabhi na pichhe rahe, jo pade mushkil wo sahe
dhun ki hain pakki badi jo rahegi vo kaise khadi
suno meri baat suno, chhota hain muh baat badi
jaane na jaane koi aurat ki jaat badi
suno meri baat suno, chhota hain muh baat badi

ek hain jaan magar gam hajaar hain
kaante bhi uske waaste kaliyo ke haar hain
ek hain jaan magar gam hajaar hain
kaante bhi uske waaste kaliyo ke haar hain
dukh me kabhi haare nahi, na mile sahaare kahi
isi liye main ye kahu aurat ki jaat badi
suno meri baat suno, chhota hain muh baat badi
jaane na jaane koi aurat ki jaat badi
suno meri baat suno, chhota hain muh baat badi

Hearken, hear my words, though lips are small, a truth profound,
Hearken, hear my words, though lips are small, a truth profound,
None may grasp the stature of a woman, unbound.
None may grasp the stature of a woman, unbound.
Hearken, hear my words, though lips are small, a truth profound.

Believe, oh believe, a warrior's heart she keeps,
Believe, oh believe, a warrior's heart she keeps,
When trials descend, she shields where sorrow sleeps.
Believe, oh believe, a warrior's heart she keeps,
When trials descend, she shields where sorrow sleeps.
From the heart it flows, yet no falsehood it weaves,
When men did flee, the woman's spirit grieves.
Hearken, hear my words, though lips are small, a truth profound,
None may grasp the stature of a woman, unbound.
Hearken, hear my words, though lips are small, a truth profound.

When the nation calls, when shadows grow,
With sword in hand, to battle does she go.
When the nation calls, when shadows grow,
With sword in hand, to battle does she go.
Never she falters, though hardships she must embrace,
Her resolve, a fortress, her spirit cannot be erased.
Hearken, hear my words, though lips are small, a truth profound,
None may grasp the stature of a woman, unbound.
Hearken, hear my words, though lips are small, a truth profound.

A single life, a thousand griefs to bear,
For her, the thorns are garlands, beyond compare.
A single life, a thousand griefs to bear,
For her, the thorns are garlands, beyond compare.
In sorrow, she does not surrender, though comfort is rare,
And thus I declare, the woman's stature rare.
Hearken, hear my words, though lips are small, a truth profound,
None may grasp the stature of a woman, unbound.
Hearken, hear my words, though lips are small, a truth profound.