rakhe jo aulad ko, sine se lagake
bachcho me ghul mil jaaye, apani umar bhula ke
bhale bure ka gyaan karaaye, haath pakad ke
to kyu na ho ladke, baap se badhke
kyu na ho ladke, baap se badhke
rakhe jo aulad ko, sine se lagake
bachcho me ghul mil jaaye, apani umar bhula ke
bhale bure ka gyaan karaaye, haath pakad ke
to kyu na ho ladke, baap se badhke
kyu na ho ladke, baap se badhke

bachche hote hain kachche ghade
chahe jisa rang chdha de
hote maa baap pahle guru
nafrat sa pyaar kikha de
jo apane bachcho ko chahe, khud se badhke
jo apane bachcho ko chahe, khud se badhke
to kyu na ho ladke, baap se badhke
kyu na ho ladke, baap se badhke

kuchh aise bhi ma baap hai
jo karte hian apne man ki
unhe pyaar hain apna gurur
nahi fikar kisi ke jivan ki
hardam toke rasta roke bich me pad ke
hardam toke rasta roke bich me pad ke
to kaise ho ladke, baap ke badhke
tkaise ho ladke, baap se badhke

ho ho ho ho
nahi aasan itana ki ham
rukh bahti dhaar ka mode
jis taraf ho nadi ka bahaaw
naaw kyu na udhar hi chhode
itna dekhe dub na jaaye bhanwar me pad ke
to kyu na ho ladke, baap se badhke
kyu na ho ladke, baap se badhke

He who holds his children close, embracing them,
And loses himself in their youth, forgetting his own,
Who guides them, hand in hand, through right and wrong,
Why wouldn't a son surpass his father's song?
Why wouldn't a son surpass his father's song?
He who holds his children close, embracing them,
And loses himself in their youth, forgetting his own,
Who guides them, hand in hand, through right and wrong,
Why wouldn't a son surpass his father's song?
Why wouldn't a son surpass his father's song?

Children are like unbaked clay,
Ready for any color to stay,
Parents, the first teachers of all,
Teach love or hate, before the fall.
He who loves his children more than life, so grand,
He who loves his children more than life, so grand,
Why wouldn't a son surpass his father's command?
Why wouldn't a son surpass his father's command?

Some parents exist, locked in their pride,
Who only heed their own selfish stride.
They cherish their ego, a heavy weight,
Uncaring of lives, sealing their fate.
Always blocking paths, always in the way,
Always blocking paths, always in the way,
How can a son surpass his father's sway?
How can a son surpass his father's sway?

Ho ho ho ho
It is not easy, this shifting of tides,
To force the river's flow, as pride presides.
Towards the current, let the boat gently glide,
Why not leave the vessel there, with nothing to hide?
Just ensure they don't drown, caught in the swell,
Why wouldn't a son surpass his father's hell?
Why wouldn't a son surpass his father's hell?