kitna gam hai aye do jahan wale
bujhte huye diye hai tufan ke hawale

bin ma ke ye bachche dekho
phirte mare mare
ye bhi the ek roz kisi ki
aankho ke tare aankho ke tare
bin ma ke ye bachche dekho
phirte mare mare
ye bhi the ek roz kisi ki
aankho ke tare aankho ke tare
bin ma ke ye bachche dekho
phirte mare mare

do roti to de sakta hai
inko ye sansar inko ye sansar
de nahi sakta hai de nahi sakta
de nahi sakta inko lekin
inki ma ka pyar inki ma ka pyar
khoj khoj ke nanhe munne
pav jag me hare pav jag me hare
bin ma ke ye bachche dekho
phirte mare mare
ye bhi the ek roz kisi ki
aankho ke tare aankho ke tare
bin ma ke ye bachche dekho
phirte mare mare

baite hai ye jitne musafir
manjil hai malum manjil hai malum
bhuli bhatki raho par hai
ye bachche masum ye bachche masum
jane kab tak thokar khaye
ye kismat ke mare ye kismat ke mare
bin ma ke ye bachche dekho
phirte mare mare
ye bhi the ek roz kisi ki
aankho ke tare aankho ke tare
bin ma ke ye bachche dekho
phirte mare mare

How vast the sorrow, dwellers of the spheres,
Like dying lamps, adrift in tempests' tears.

Behold these children, orphaned, lost and frail,
Who once were stars, reflecting love's soft veil,
Whose eyes once shone, a mother's tender care,
Now wandering lost, consumed by cold despair.

Though sustenance the world may offer now,
Two morsels given, on furrowed brow,
It cannot give, it cannot give,
The boundless love, for which their spirits grieve,
Their mothers' warmth, a solace they can't find,
As tiny feet, in search of solace, wind.
Behold these children, orphaned, lost and frail,
Who once were stars, reflecting love's soft veil,
Whose eyes once shone, a mother's tender care,
Now wandering lost, consumed by cold despair.

These weary travelers, in endless quest,
Though destination known, a soul's true test,
Upon a path, forsaken and astray,
Innocent children, lost in disarray,
How long must they, the blows of fate endure,
These children bound, by sorrows that are sure?
Behold these children, orphaned, lost and frail,
Who once were stars, reflecting love's soft veil,
Whose eyes once shone, a mother's tender care,
Now wandering lost, consumed by cold despair.