chhoti rani dubi rahe, saaj singar me
majhli rani khoyi rahe, lakshmi ke pyar me
pati dev taare gine, apni apni biwiyo
ke intzaar me
chhoti rani dubi rahe, saaj singar me
meri rani dubi rahe

majhla bhaiya chalak chatur
badka sidha sadha
meri kya baat kahu, main nawabjada
koi hai mere jaisa
majhla bhaiya chalak chatur
badka sidha sadha
meri kya baat kahu, main nawabjada
haar jeet apni to hai
race in ghodo ki jeet haar me
chhoti rani ae
chhoti rani dubi rahe, saaj singar me
meri rani dubi rahe

majhli rani naach naach ke figure banaye
chhoti rani naache nahi magar nachaye
majhli rani naach naach ke figure banaye
chhoti rani naache nahi magar nachaye
mere jaisa saccha nahi
koi meri begum ke vichar me
chhoti rani ae
chhoti rani dubi rahe, saaj singar me
meri rani dubi rahe

o nit naye sapno ke mahal bana ke
biwi ko dikhau chanda chhat pe chadhake
nit naye sapno ke mahal bana ke
biwi ko dikhau chanda chhat pe chadhake
khushi se wo phuli rahe phuli rahe
baato ke chamatkar me
chhoti rani ae
chhoti rani dubi rahe, saaj singar me
majhli rani khoyi rahe, lakshmi ke pyar me
pati dev taare gine, apni apni biwiyo
ke intzaar me
chhoti rani dubi rahe, saaj singar me
majhli rani khoyi rahe

The youngest queen, drowned in finery's gleam,
The middle queen, lost in Lakshmi's dream.
The king, counting stars, as the hours creep,
Awaiting his loves, while they softly sleep.
The youngest queen, drowned in finery's gleam,
My queen, drowned deep.

The middle brother, sharp and so sly,
The elder one, gentle, beneath the sky.
What can I say, a prince am I,
None like me near, as the moments fly.
The middle brother, sharp and so sly,
The elder one, gentle, beneath the sky.
My fate is bound to these horses' race,
In their win and their loss, I find my place.
The youngest queen, oh...
The youngest queen, drowned in finery's gleam,
My queen, drowned deep.

The middle queen, dancing, shaping her form,
The youngest queen, not dancing, but weathering the storm.
The middle queen, dancing, shaping her form,
The youngest queen, not dancing, but weathering the storm.
None as true as I, in my beloved's eyes,
In her thoughts and dreams, where my spirit lies.
The youngest queen, oh...
The youngest queen, drowned in finery's gleam,
My queen, drowned deep.

Building castles of dreams, anew each day,
Showing my wife the moon, to light her way.
Building castles of dreams, anew each day,
Showing my wife the moon, to light her way.
She blooms with joy, her heart in bloom,
Lost in stories, that fill the room.
The youngest queen, oh...
The youngest queen, drowned in finery's gleam,
The middle queen, lost in Lakshmi's dream.
The king, counting stars, as the hours creep,
Awaiting his loves, while they softly sleep.
The youngest queen, drowned in finery's gleam,
The middle queen, lost…