kaun si nagariya hai chaar foot ki dehiya hai
belan se sasta bik gaye hum ho babuji
kaun si nagariya hai chaar foot ki dehiya hai
belan se sasta bik gaye hum ho babuji
choti si kalaiya se bada bada patthar foda
chhaini aur hathoda thama diye ho babuji
jhar jhar jharkat hai aansoo mora babuji
jhar jhar jharkat hai aansoo mora babuji

aisa dikhaya dukh sapna huya re sukh
beti nahi janmi samanwa ho babuji
aisa dikhaya dukh sapna huya re sukh
beti nahi janmi samanwa ho babuji
poorab ke kona ghar ganga ke kinare par
chhapphra se teen kos biyera me babuji
jhar jhar jharkat hai aansoo mora babuji
jhar jhar jharkat hai aansoo mora babuji

saaf karke ghar aangan bartan lota jhutha mal
ban ke rahein maike tehalni ho babuji
saaf karke ghar aangan bartan lota jhutha mal
ban ke rahein maike tehalni ho babuji
rupiya ginayi liye pagha dharayi diye
beti ke tu janvar bana diye ho babuji
beti ke tu janvar bana diye ho babuji
jhar jhar jharkat hai aansoo mora babuji

moonch nahi nikla bandook thaama haath me
aangan dhundha piche chhota jungle ghuma raat me
ho humko toh bachpan lauta do ho babuji
humko mai ke aanchal me sula do ho babuji
humko lori suna do babuji
humko tum na bisra do babuji
humko bhi taaro me ghuma do ho babuji
humko bhi ganga me baha do ho babuji
humko bhi ganga me baha do ho babuji

What city is this, this four-foot frame?
Cheaper than a rolling pin, I was sold, oh father.
What city is this, this four-foot frame?
Cheaper than a rolling pin, I was sold, oh father.
These small wrists, they broke the largest stones.
A chisel and hammer, you gave to me, oh father.
Tears are flowing, flowing, oh father.
Tears are flowing, flowing, oh father.

You showed a dream of sorrow, it became joy.
A daughter was not born, they say, oh father.
You showed a dream of sorrow, it became joy.
A daughter was not born, they say, oh father.
In the eastern corner, the house beside the Ganga's shore,
Three miles from the roof, in the wilderness, oh father.
Tears are flowing, flowing, oh father.
Tears are flowing, flowing, oh father.

Cleaning the house, the courtyard, the pots, the dirty dishes,
Becoming a servant, in my mother's house, oh father.
Cleaning the house, the courtyard, the pots, the dirty dishes,
Becoming a servant, in my mother's house, oh father.
You counted the rupees, you held the reins,
You made your daughter an animal, oh father.
You made your daughter an animal, oh father.
Tears are flowing, flowing, oh father.

No mustache yet, a gun in hand,
The courtyard searched, behind the small jungle, turning in the night.
Oh, return my childhood to me, oh father.
Put me to sleep in my mother's lap, oh father.
Sing me a lullaby, oh father.
Do not forget me, oh father.
Let me wander among the stars, oh father.
Let me flow in the Ganga, oh father.
Let me flow in the Ganga, oh father.