khush kar diya, ho khush kar diya tune mera raama
ke munde da main mama ban gaya
haye rabba tennu lakhkh salama
haye rabba tennu lakhkh salama
ke munde da main mama ban gaya
ho khush kar diya tune mera rama
ke munde da main mama ban gaya

o o o main iss paar te uss paar tu piya
aayi hai bahare kaise jaye tere dware
mutiyare mere dil ki pukaarein
tere mere bich mein lambi lambi galiyan
te unchi unchi jag ki deewarein
kaise beetein judayiya di shamma
ke munde da main mama ban gaya
khush kar diya tune mera rama
ke munde da main mama ban gaya

o jindadi na rol aaja kol soniye
o jindadi na rol aaja kol moniye
chhat se pukare jat kar ke ishare
hat ho na jaye meri badnami
darr mat baandh ke sehara bana
dunga main tujhako bhi munde di maami
mach gaya pind wich hungama
ke munde da main maama ban gaya
ho khush kar diya tune mera rama
ke munde da main mama ban gaya

aaye yeh dil yeh jaan do jahan mang le
dena na tu dhoka saiyan khushi ka hai mauka
tujhse motiyon ki main toh lungi mala
tange mein bithake bole sair kara du
main hoonmuflis tangewala
tera reshami kurta paijama
ke munde da main mama ban gaya
haay rabba tennu lakh salama
ke munde da main maama ban gaya
ho khush kar diya tune mera rama
ke munde da main mama ban gaya

You have blessed me, Rama, blessed my soul,
For now, I am the uncle to this boy.
Oh, Lord, a thousand salutations to you,
A thousand blessings, as I'm the boy's kin.
You have blessed me, Rama, blessed my soul,
For now, I am the uncle to this boy.

Across the water, you, my love,
And I stand here, yearning, at your door.
My beloved, my heart cries out for you,
Between us, endless paths, a world apart,
And towering walls of judgment stand.
How do we weather these flames of parting?
For now, I am the uncle to this boy.
You have blessed me, Rama, blessed my soul,
For now, I am the uncle to this boy.

Oh, life, don't play a cruel game, come near, my love.
Oh, life, don't play a cruel game, come near, my love.
From the rooftops, a Jat calls out, gesturing,
Lest my name be dragged through the mud.
Fear not, I'll wear a garland of flowers,
And make you the boy's aunt, my love.
The village is ablaze with news and joy,
For now, I am the uncle to this boy.
You have blessed me, Rama, blessed my soul,
For now, I am the uncle to this boy.

Oh, take my heart, my soul, the world, I ask,
Don't betray me, my love, this moment is joy.
I will string a garland of pearls for you,
In a carriage, I will take you on a ride,
I am but a poor carriage driver, it's true.
Your silken shirt and trousers, how they gleam!
For now, I am the uncle to this boy.
Oh, Lord, a thousand salutations to you,
For now, I am the uncle to this boy.
You have blessed me, Rama, blessed my soul,
For now, I am the uncle to this boy.