mere bachche teri maa ye roz kahani sunaye
chanda mama pariyo wali chain se tu sojaye
mere bachche teri maa ye roz kahani sunaye
chanda mama pariyo wali chain se tu sojaye

sapne mein phir aaye wo gilahri
bagiya mein hai jo kudti rahti
tum uske peeche bhagte rahte
aur main tum ko bas dekhti rehti

phir bhi gilehri hath na aati
dar ke kahi patto mein chup jati
bhagam bhagi mein tum thak jate
maan ke aanchal mein so jate
neendo mein tere phir wo gilehri aa kar gudgudaye
mere bachche teri maa ye roz kahani sunaye
chanda mama pariyo wali chain se tu sojaye

My child, your mother whispers tales anew,
As silver moonbeams lull your spirit through.
My child, your mother, a lullaby's embrace,
Where moonlit fairies find their peaceful space.

In slumber's realm, the squirrel appears,
A tiny dancer, shedding childhood tears.
Through gardens green, you chase her light,
While I, your watcher, hold you in my sight.

Yet, hands outstretched, she flees and hides,
In rustling leaves, where solace abides.
The chase ends, weariness descends,
To mother's arms, your journey bends.

And in your dreams, the squirrel returns to play,
My child, your mother whispers tales alway,
As silver moonbeams lull your spirit through,
Where moonlit fairies find their peaceful space with you.