haye haa mubarak ho mubarak ho haye ladaka hua hai
haye chand saa lalla ghar aaya hai haye mai vaari jaa
aasama se utar kar kamar aa gayaa
chand saa lallaa ma tere ghar aa gaya
ab masarrat ki baajengi shahanaiya
aur phuulo se mahakengi anganaIya
teri nazaro kaa ai jamilaa zaraa jam ke hilaa
teri nazaro kaa nur e nazar aa gayaa
haye haye mubaarak ho chaand sa lalla song
chaand saa lalla

haye tumako hamaari umar lag jaYe
maan husn ke tere ye aks hai gahare
baap aur bete ke ek jaise chehare
munne ke abbaa haye haye tum kaha the ab tak haye hay
chhod enge na tumako haye haye kuchh mile na jab tak haye hay
munne ki ammaa haye haye shauhar ko bolo haye haye
kuchh gaanth rupayo ki haye haye jaldi se kholo haye haye
munne ke abbaa ji aise naa bolo haye haye
sab gher lo milakar haye haye are jeb tatolo haye haye
are naach naach ke apanaa nikal gayaa
are munne teraa abbba ba.daa hi kanjuus
bich vaalo kaa ai mati mili zaraa uchhal
bich vaalokaa dekho juluus aa gayaa
chand saa lallaa

Joy, joy, blessings abound, a boy is born, it's true!
A moon-like child has graced our home, I'm devoted, through and through.
Descended from the heavens, a treasure has arrived,
A moon-like child, Mother, to your house has strived.

Now joyful clarinets will sing, a sweet, resounding call,
And courtyards fragrant with blossoms, will embrace us all.
Oh, Jamila, with your gaze, let the joy intensely bloom,
The light of your eyes, the light of our sight, has overcome the gloom.
A moon-like child...

May your years be bestowed upon him, a long and blessed span,
Mother, the beauty you possess, an echo in your clan.
Father and son, their features, so alike we see,
Munne's father, oh, where have you been, where have you been, joyously?
We won't let you go, never, until desires are won,
Munne's mother, oh, tell your spouse, the games have just begun.
Release some coins from your purse, let the money now flow,
Munne's father, oh, don't speak like that, let the good fortune grow.
Gather round him, everyone, let the celebration start,
Come, search your pockets now, and give him a loving heart.
Oh, dancing, dancing, until the juice is gone,
Oh, Munne, your father is stingy, a man who holds his own.
Oh, those between, let the earth be graced with the glee,
Look, the procession of happiness, you will see.
A moon-like child...