kani kubadi kani kubadi ek ustani
kan se bahri aankh se kani
kani kubadi ek ustani
kan se bahri aankh se kani
hasne lagi bhag ke chali
paaw mein juti fati purani
gandi maili luli langadi
sar se ganji budhi nani

hume padhane aayengi wo kya hume padhayengi
khud humse hi padh jayengi
kubadi kani kubadi ek ustani
kan se bahri aankh se kani
kani kubadi ek ustani
kan se bahri aankh se kani
hasne lagi bhag ke chali
paaw mein juti fati purani
gandi maili luli langadi
sar se ganji budhi nani

hume padhane aayengi wo kya hume padhayengi
khud humse hi padh jayengi
kani kubadi ek ustani
kan se bahri aankh se kani
hasne lagi bhag ke chali
paaw mein juti fati purani

One-eyed, hunched, a withered guide,
Deafened by the world's harsh tide,
One-eyed, hunched, a withered guide.
Deafened by the world's harsh tide.
She laughed, then fled with hurried pace,
Shoes tattered, worn, a time-worn trace.
Grime-stained, crippled, frail, and slow,
Bald-headed, ancient, as the winds do blow.

Could she teach us, this broken shell?
Would she learn from us, the tale to tell?
One-eyed, hunched, a withered guide,
Deafened by the world's harsh tide,
One-eyed, hunched, a withered guide.
Deafened by the world's harsh tide.
She laughed, then fled with hurried pace,
Shoes tattered, worn, a time-worn trace.
Grime-stained, crippled, frail, and slow,
Bald-headed, ancient, as the winds do blow.

Could she teach us, this broken shell?
Would she learn from us, the tale to tell?
One-eyed, hunched, a withered guide,
Deafened by the world, dark, inside.
She laughed, then fled with hurried pace,
Shoes tattered, worn, a time-worn trace.