Hari puttar hari puttar
Hu wekh tu iske chakkar
Hari puttar hari puttar
Bada sweet hai jaise shakkar
Hari puttar hari puttar
Hu wekh tu iske chakkar
Hari puttar hari puttar
Bada sweet hai jaise shakkar

Jab masti chhawe
O ye sabko nachawe
Raaz raaz ke kyutli ho
Jado bhangda paawe
Nal dol sol da jab tadka lagawe
Phir bade bado de
Are chhake chhudawe
Hari puttar hari puttar
Bada sweet hai jaise shakkar
Hari puttar hari puttar
Hu wekh tu iske chakkar

O nach le hari de nal
Mitra nach le nach le
Are naughty naughty sab kahnde
Par badi pyari iski smile ve
Sab to wakhra hai ye puttar
Yahi to iska style ve
Nit je munda hai par
Iska hai alag charctuer
Hari puttar hari puttar
Bada sweet hai jaise shakkar
Hari puttar hari puttar
Hu dekh tu iske chakkar

The Son of Hari, the Son of Hari,
Behold the dance he weaves, this flurry!
The Son of Hari, the Son of Hari,
As sweet as sugar, a sugary worry.
The Son of Hari, the Son of Hari,
Behold the dance he weaves, this flurry!
The Son of Hari, the Son of Hari,
As sweet as sugar, a sugary worry.

When joy does bloom, a vision bright,
He sets the world in dancing light.
With secrets kept, a charming grace,
He leaps and whirls in lively space.
With drum and shawl, a vibrant beat,
He humbles those who think they're fleet.
The Son of Hari, the Son of Hari,
As sweet as sugar, a sugary worry.
The Son of Hari, the Son of Hari,
Behold the dance he weaves, this flurry!

Dance with Hari, friend, and sway,
Dance with him, come what may!
They call him naughty, full of glee,
But oh, his smile, it sets you free.
He stands apart, a different kind,
His style unique, for heart and mind.
A youthful soul, yet strong and true,
A character, forever new.
The Son of Hari, the Son of Hari,
As sweet as sugar, a sugary worry.
The Son of Hari, the Son of Hari,
Behold the dance he weaves, this flurry!