gaaon mein rahata tha ek gvaala
gaaon mein rahata tha ek gvaala
sidha saadha bhola bhaala
sukh aur chain se din katate the
log kahe hai kismat vaala
gaaon mein rahata tha ek gvaala

ek din ek bahan bichari
god mein usakee gudiya pyaari
gudiya usako maama kahatee
haradam sine se lipatee rahati
rooth jaaye to usako manaaye

jaise neree deedee mujhe manaatee thee
achchha ha

rooth jaaye to usako manaaye
kabhee loriya deke sulae
din ho shaam ho ya ho raat
haradam hote donon saath
gudiya gaana rahate the aise
phool ke sang ho khushabu jaise
ek us gudiya ke aane se
gavaalo ke ghar mein hua ujaala
gaaon mein rahata tha ek gvaala
seedha saadha bhola bhaala
gaaon mein rahata tha ek gvaala

logo ne eshi najar lagaee
kismat ne bhee aankh churaee
kisee din ek lutera aaya
usane asa kahar machaaya
dhan luta aur dolat lutee

sab kuchh lut raha tha
kya kaha tumane
kuchh nahee tum sunao

dhan luta aur dolat lutee
dahala kee ijat lutee
maar gaya gudiya ko khunee
gvaale kee duniya kar gaya sunee
toot gaya jab usaka paara
aur koee bhee chala na chaara
haatho mein banduk pakad ke
gvaala ban gaya jalatee jvaala

ban ke gvaala jalatee jvaala
haath mein le liya karcha bhaala
us khunee ko yu na chhoda
badala khuchala kaat diya

tum jaanatee ho usake baad kya hua
nahin daakoo ankal
aage mein sunaata hoo

na dekha na suna ho jaisa
ek din hua achaanak aisa
chhotee see gudiya mil gayee aise
lagatee thee usako betee jaisee
gudiya ne aisa baandha risata
jaalim se vo bana pharista
gudiya ne vo jaadoo chalaaya
ek patthar ko mom banaaya
napharat kee jagah bhar diya pyaar
ja chooka badala sansaar
ek maasoom ke pyaar se dekho
gvaala ban gaya phir se gvaala
gaaon mein rahata tha ek gvaala
seedha saadha bhola bhaala
hu hu hu hu la lala la la la hu hu

A village shepherd, life's gentle art,
Simple, guileless, a pure, open heart.
Days of ease, contentment's sweet grace,
They called him lucky, in his tranquil space.

One day, a sister, with sorrow's embrace,
Held a doll, a beauty, in her tender space.
"Mama," the doll would softly plead,
Clung to her always, a planted seed.
If she pouted, she'd soothe her gentle pain,
Like my own sister, time and again.
Lullabies whispered, through dusk and through dawn,
Ever together, from night until morn.
The doll's song, a constant, sweet refrain,
Like fragrance with flowers, a joyful gain.
The shepherd's home, in a glorious light,
A village shepherd, simple and bright.

But envious eyes began to stare,
And fate itself, with a cold, cruel air.
One day, a robber, with a heart of stone,
Unleashed his fury, and all was overthrown.
Wealth plundered, honor defiled,
Everything stolen, the world beguiled.

Wealth plundered, honor’s tender grace,
The doll was murdered, in that cruel place.
The shepherd's world, now desolate and bare,
His heart shattered, consumed by despair.
His rage ignited, no solace could mend,
He seized a weapon, revenge to extend.
A fiery inferno, his hand with the spear,
He didn't spare the killer, his vengeance was clear.

You know what happened then, don’t you, my friend?
Let me tell you, as the story will tend.
One day, a miracle, unexpected and bright,
He found the lost doll, bathed in soft light.
It felt like his daughter, a bond so deep,
The doll wove a magic, secrets to keep.
Made a stone heart soften, love's tender hold,
Replaced all the hatred, a story to be told.
The cycle of vengeance, shattered and gone,
Through innocent love, a new world was born.
The shepherd returned, reborn and anew,
A village shepherd, his heart shining through,
Simple, guileless, a spirit so true.