gyarah honge sare tere mere jivan ke
nanhe nanhe tare, honge pyare pyare
ek do teen char, na na
gyarah honge sare tere mere jivan ke
nanhe nanhe tare, honge pyare pyare

koi hoga bilkul meri surat ka
hu wo to hoga phulo jaisi rangat ka
ha surat hogi kisi bhole bhale ki
o chhoti si ek chhavi bansi wale ki
hanste huye rote huye, kale gore jaise bhi honge
honge pyare pyare
ho ek do teen char, na na
gyarah honge sare tere mere jivan ke
nanhe nanhe tare, honge pyare pyare

abhi se wo dole mere sine me
ye na ho to rakha kya hain jine me
o inhi ki to hansi hain armano me
inhe se to milan hain insano me
o inka hi dil sabko mile
are fir to badal jaye rup
jag ka hamare
ho ek do teen char, na na
gyarah honge sare tere mere jivan ke
nanhe nanhe tare, honge pyare pyare

yunhi kiran kiran hoga ujala
sari gali angan hoga ujala
jalsa hoga hansi bhare gito ka
mela hoga nanhe munhe meeto ka achcha
chum ise chum use
ho jaunga main to diwana, mamta ke mare
ho ek do teen char, na na
gyarah honge sare tere mere jivan ke
nanhe nanhe tare, honge pyare pyare
o honge pyare pyare
ha honge pyare pyare

Eleven shall they be, the stars of our lives,
Tiny, tender stars, held in our hearts.
One, two, three, four... nay,
Eleven shall they be, the stars of our lives,
Tiny, tender stars, held in our hearts.

One shall bear my face, a mirror bright,
Another's bloom, a flower's light.
Yes, one shall hold a guileless grace,
A tiny echo of the flute's sweet embrace.
Laughing or weeping, dark or fair,
All will be cherished, beyond compare.
Oh, one, two, three, four... nay,
Eleven shall they be, the stars of our lives,
Tiny, tender stars, held in our hearts.

Even now, their pulse within me swells,
Without their promise, what life compels?
Their laughter echoes in my hopes' soft plea,
Through them, humanity finds unity.
May their hearts embrace all, a radiant dawn,
Transforming the world, forever on.
Oh, one, two, three, four... nay,
Eleven shall they be, the stars of our lives,
Tiny, tender stars, held in our hearts.

Ray by ray, the world will glow,
Every street, every courtyard, will overflow.
A festival of songs, with joy imbued,
A gathering of friends, forever renewed.
Kissing one, kissing all,
I'll be lost in a mother's thrall.
Oh, one, two, three, four... nay,
Eleven shall they be, the stars of our lives,
Tiny, tender stars, held in our hearts.
Oh, held in our hearts.
Yes, held in our hearts.