meri bhi koi bahna hoti bholi bhali gudiya jaisi
yani bilkul tere jaisi fir to jhum ke gate hum
piye bina lahrate hum jhum jhum jhum jhum
jhum jhum jhum jhum jhum
meri bhi koi bahna hoti bholi bhali gudiya jaisi
yani bilkul tere jaisi fir to jhum ke gate hum
piye bina lahrate hum jhum jhum jhum jhum
jhum jhum jhum jhum jhum

wo jab hoti choti si to sabka dil bahlati wo
wo jab hoti choti si to sabka dil bahlati wo
aati jab school se wapas jeck and jill fir gati wo
tata thaiya karke sare ghar ko nach dikhati wo
wo jab roti or chup na hoti
uska man bahlate hum or fir jhum ke gate hum
jhum jhum jhum jhum jhum jhum
jhum jhum jhum meri bhi koi bahna hoti

wo gudiya jab hoti sayani sahjadi kahlati wo
wo gudiya jab hoti sayani sahjadi kahlati wo
solah baras ki jab ho jati pritam ke ghar jati wo
or jab uska man ghabrata hamse milne aati wo
bhaiya kahkar wo sharmati
man hi man muskate hum or fir jhum ke gate hum
jhum jhum jhum jhum jhum jhum
jhum jhum jhum meri bhi koi bahna hoti

lekin ye sab khwab hai mere jinki koi tabir nahi
lekin ye sab khwab hai mere jinki koi tabir nahi
man darpan me jisko sajate aisi koi taswir nahi
maine kaisi kismat payi suni padi hai meri kalai
kaun kahega mujhko bhai
kaun kahega mujhko bhai mujhko bhai

If a sister bloomed, a doll of grace,
Gentle as you, in time and space,
We'd sing and sway, a joyful pair,
Without a drink, we'd dance on air,
Jhoom, jhoom, jhoom, jhoom,
Jhoom, jhoom, jhoom, jhoom, jhoom.

If a sister bloomed, a doll so fair,
Gentle as you, beyond compare,
We'd sing and sway, a joyful pair,
Without a drink, we'd dance on air,
Jhoom, jhoom, jhoom, jhoom,
Jhoom, jhoom, jhoom, jhoom, jhoom.

When small, her laughter, a sunlit stream,
When small, her laughter, a sunlit dream,
From school returning, a song's sweet gleam,
"Jack and Jill," her playful theme.
Ta-ta-thaiya, a dance so bright,
She'd steal the show with all her might.
If tears would fall, and silence stayed,
We'd soothe her heart, our spirits swayed,
Jhoom, jhoom, jhoom, jhoom, jhoom, jhoom,
Jhoom, jhoom, jhoom. If a sister bloomed.

When grown, a princess, her beauty shown,
When grown, a princess, her beauty shown,
At sixteen, her heart was flown,
To her beloved, forever known.
When worry came, her heart in fear,
She'd seek my solace, drawing near.
"Brother!" she'd whisper, shy and sweet,
Our hearts would laugh, our pulses beat,
Jhoom, jhoom, jhoom, jhoom, jhoom, jhoom,
Jhoom, jhoom, jhoom. If a sister bloomed.

But these are dreams, that cannot be,
But these are dreams, that cannot be,
A painted vision, for only me,
No reality I can see.
Such fate I've found, my wrist so bare,
No loving hand, for me to share.
Who'd call me "brother," with tender grace?
Who'd call me brother, in this empty space?