kaha gaye mamta bhare din
kaise koyi jiye maa tere bin
kaha gaye mamta bhare din
kaise koyi jiye maa tere bin
o maa tujhe dhundhun mai kaha
o maa ke bina suna hai jahan
kaun bhala duniya me maa ki jagah le saka
koyi keh de kya hoti hai maa
aakhir maa hoti hai maa

hatho se khilay ke baaho me jhulaye ke
bahano ki rah me tune najare bichha din
loriya sunay ke hamako sulay ke
apana na socha hampe ninde bhi luta din
maa ki parachhayi han hai meraa bhayi
kaun bhala duniya me maa ki jagah le saka
koyi keh de kya hoti hai maa
aakhir maa hoti hai maa

babul ka pyar tu maa ka dular tu
tere hote maa babul ki yad bhi na aayi
tu hamara vir hai yeh bhi takdir hai
bahano ki rakhi chume bhaiya ki kalayi
dhup kya pata nahi gam kya pata nahi
tere saye me mamta ki chhanv hi mili hai
aansu kya pata nahi dard kya pata nahi
tere angana me yeh kaliya phul si khili hain
maa ki parachhayi ha hai meraa bhayi
kaun bhala duniya me maa ki jagah le saka
koyi keh de kya hoti hai maa
aakhir maa hoti hai maa

tere jaisi ha hoti hai maa
mamta bhare har pal har din
kaise milenge bhaiya hame tere bin
mamta bhare har pal har din
kaise milenge bhaiya hame tere bin
chahe koyi dhundh le jahan
o aisa bhayi milega kaha
hai yeh duwa har bhayi bhayi ho teri tarah
maa jaisi shital puravayiya
ha aakhir hai apna bhaiya

Where have those days of love all gone?
How can one live, Mother, when you are withdrawn?
Where have those days of love all gone?
How can one live, Mother, when you are withdrawn?
Oh, Mother, where do I seek you now?
Oh, without Mother, the world is somehow
Empty and hollow, a desolate plain,
Who in the world could a mother’s place sustain?
Tell me, what is a mother, explain?
For, a mother, simply is a mother again.

With hands that fed, with arms that swayed,
You paved the path for sisters, your gaze arrayed.
With lullabies sung, with slumber you brought,
Your own needs forsaken, your sleep you fought.
My brother, he is the shadow of my mother.
Who in the world could a mother’s place sustain?
Tell me, what is a mother, explain?
For, a mother, simply is a mother again.

Your love is the father’s, your heart the mother’s grace,
With you, Mother, Father’s memory found no space.
You are our hero, our fate so defined,
Sisters’ rakhis kiss brothers’ wrists entwined.
The sun’s fierce heat, the sorrow unknown,
Within your embrace, love’s shade alone had grown.
Tears, nor pain, did we ever see,
In your courtyard, we bloomed, petals of glee.
My brother, he is the shadow of my mother.
Who in the world could a mother’s place sustain?
Tell me, what is a mother, explain?
For, a mother, simply is a mother again.

Like you, yes, a mother indeed,
Every moment, every loving deed.
How will we find you, brother, now you've gone?
Every moment, every loving deed.
How will we find you, brother, now you've gone?
Search the world, let them all convene,
Oh, where will such a brother be seen?
This is my prayer, let every brother be like you,
A cool breeze, like a mother's view,
Yes, truly, you are our own brother, true.