aankho ka tara prano se pyara
jug jug jiye mera laal re
meri umariya mil jaye tujhko
jeeta rahe sau saal re
aankho ka tara prano se pyara

pahle baras mera nanha sa raja
kun kun mun mun bole re
duje baras bole roti ko loti
maiyya ka dil dole re
mange khilaune gaadi ghode
jabke lage tija saal re
aankho ka tara prano se pyara

chauthe baras khele gilli danda
paise ma se mange re
natkhat raja ma ko sataye
ma pichhe wo aage re
pathshala me babu banakar
jaye mera laal re
aankho ka tara prano se pyara

khushiyon ki kirnein phailaye jag mein
punam ka chanda hamara re
bole ye babul la de dulhaniya
beta jawa hai tumhara re
o meri maiyya laal dushala
beta chala sasural re
aankho ka tara prano se pyara

Star of my eyes, dearer than life's own breath,
May my son live through ages, past death.
My years I'd give, if only he'd stay,
May he live a hundred years, come what may.
Star of my eyes, dearer than life's own breath.

In his first year, my tiny king,
Cooing and murmuring, a soft song to sing.
In the second, "Roti, lo-ti!" he'd plead,
My heart would sway with a mother's need.
He craves toys, cars, and horses of wood,
As his third year dawns, as it should.
Star of my eyes, dearer than life's own breath.

In the fourth, he plays with a stick and a ball,
Begging for coins, heeding no call.
My mischievous king, he teases his mother,
She chases behind, he runs like no other.
A gentleman in the school he'll become,
My son, my bright star, my kingdom's sun.
Star of my eyes, dearer than life's own breath.

He spreads joy, a light across the world,
Like the full moon, my banner unfurled.
"Father," he asks, "bring a bride to my side,
Your son is grown, let no joy be denied."
"Oh, my mother," with a red shawl so grand,
"Your son goes to his wife's promised land."
Star of my eyes, dearer than life's own breath.