kon si hai vo chij jo yaha nahi milti
kon si hai vo chij jo yaha nahi milti
sab kuch mil jata hai lekin ha ma nahi milti
kon si hai vo chij jo yaha nahi milti
sab kuch mil jata hai lekin ha ma nahi milti
ma nahi milti

yaad kisi ko ho, to aisi bat sunaye
jisme kahi na kahi ma ka naam na aaye
duniya me koi aisi dasta nahi milti, ho
sab kuch mil jata hai lekin ha ma nahi milti
kon si hai vo chij jo yaha nahi milti
sab kuch mil jata hai lekin ha ma nahi milti
ha ma nahi milti

jinki ma hoti hai, khush kismat hote hai
jinki ma nahi hoti, jivan bhar rote hai
jinki ma hoti hai, khush kismat hote hai
jinki ma nahi hoti, jivan bhar rote hai
jism unhe milte hai lekin jaa nahi milti
sab kuch mil jata hai lekin ha ma nahi milti
ha ma nahi milti

mandir pe bhi aye man kuch rahi nahi rukte
ishwar ke aage bhi kitne sar nahi jhukte
ma ko na mane wo zuba nahi milti
sab kuch mil jata hai lekin ha ma nahi milti
ha ma nahi milti
kon si hai vo chij jo yaha nahi milti
sab kuch mil jata hai lekin ha ma nahi milti
ha ma nahi milti

What is that thing, absent from this place?
What is that thing, missing from the chase?
All else can be found, yet, alas, a mother's face,
What is that thing, absent from this space?

If memory holds, let a tale unfold,
Where her name's absence, a story untold,
A world, a story, where love's never sold,
All else can be found, yet, alas, a mother's hold.

Those with mothers, in fortune they reside,
Those without, through life's darkness, they glide,
Those with mothers, in fortune they confide,
Those without, forever they hide.
Bodies they gain, and all else they seize,
But true spirit eludes, a desolate breeze,
But alas, a mother's heart never appease.

In temples they gather, yet peace cannot stay,
Before gods they stand, but few choose to pray,
Those who spurn mothers, find truth turned astray,
All else can be found, yet, alas, a mother's ray,
What is that thing, absent from this day?
All else can be found, yet, alas, a mother's sway.