raja beta soya mera
raja beta soya mera
shor na karna koi
bahte bahte tham gaya hai
nanha jharna koi
raja beta soya mera

iski ye pathrayi aankhe
iski ye pathrayi aankhe
thanda tan hai neela
amrit ko vish ne das dala
kaisi parbu ki leela
meri mitti hi to dekho
meri god me soyi
raja beta soya mera
shor na karna koi
bahte bahte tham gaya hai
nanha jharna koi
raja beta soya mera

kangalin mai pagli kisko
kangalin mai pagli kisko
ye pagal pan
meri maut se jinda ho to
apna jiwan de du
choti si thi punji meri
wo bhi maine khoyi
raja beta soya mera
shor na karna koi
bahte bahte tham gaya hai
nanha jharna koi
raja beta soya mera

My king-son sleeps, my own,
My king-son sleeps.
Hush now, speak low,
A tiny stream, once flowing,
Has stilled its gentle flow.
My king-son sleeps.

These eyes, now stone, he bears,
These eyes, now stone.
His body, cold, a fading blue,
The nectar poisoned, a cruel decree,
The Lord's design, what can I do?
Behold my dust, you see,
Sleeping here, within my hold,
My king-son sleeps.
Hush now, speak low,
A tiny stream, once flowing,
Has stilled its gentle flow.
My king-son sleeps.

In poverty, who would know,
In madness, who would know?
If death could bring him life anew,
My own life I would give, you see.
My meager wealth, so small,
That too, I now must lose.
My king-son sleeps.
Hush now, speak low,
A tiny stream, once flowing,
Has stilled its gentle flow.
My king-son sleeps.