are re re re tauba tauba
nanhe tu aafat karta hain
roj ek sararat karta hain
isko toda usko foda
isko aintha usko moda
hardam tu ladta hain mujhse tauba
aajij hu main tujhse
pitunga main tujhko pari se
dekh dekh dekh jo jo tu nahi mana
kuchh bhi ho tum hamko, karte ho pyaar naanu
nanhe tu aafat karta hain
roj ek sararat karta hain
pitunga main tujhko pari, jo tu nahi mana
kuchh bhi ho tum hamko, karte ho pyaar naanu
are nanhe tu aafat karta hain

are wah re chintu teri ye shaan
apne muh se apana bakhaan
chhota sa muh lambi jabaan
bas bas bas thak jaaoge
ar kyu nahi mere nanhe javan
tujhko mera itana hain dhyaan
aage kya hain tera bayan
jo tum sikhlaoge
achcha to aa sikhlata hu
to na aaunga ab jata hu
are achcha to aa sikhlata hu
nahi to na aaunga ab jata hu
sach mooch pit jayega
jo banega sayaana
kuchh bhi ho tum hamko, karte ho pyaar naanu
are nanhe tu aafat karta hain

Oh, woe, woe, a tempest in small form,
A storm of mischief, every passing morn.
You break and bend, you twist and tear,
A constant battle, fueled by childish dare.
I'm weary, child, my patience starts to fray,
I’ll discipline you, come what may.
Watch close, if you refuse to cease,
Yet, whatever storms, my love finds peace.
You are a tempest, born of sweet design,
And oh, the love that shines in you and mine.

Oh, Chintu, such bravado, bold and bright,
Your own praises, sung with all your might.
A tiny mouth, a tongue that knows no end,
Enough, enough, your energy must bend.
Why, my young one, do you hold me so dear?
What tales you spin, what future to hold near?
Ah, then, I'll teach you, the lessons I will impart,
I'll come tomorrow, now I must depart.
Ah, yes, I'll teach you, with a tender hand,
No, tomorrow I'll come, and understand.
Truly, you'll be chastised, if wisdom you feign,
Yet, whatever storms, my love will remain.
You are a tempest, wild and free,
And oh, the love that lives in you and me.