chulle aug na ghade de wich
chulle aug na ghade de wich pani
o chadeyan di junhi kudi
o chadeyan di junhi kudi
rabba sandi di bi bana de koi rani
o chadeyan di junhi kudi
laralappa laralappa laayi rakkda
addiyappa addiyappa layi rakda

kam kar karke jadho bi ghar aayida
mar mar phunka chulle vich thak jayida
roti kachchi-gilli paidi ae khani
roti kachchi-gilli paidi ae khani
oye rabba, oye rabba
rabba saaddi vi bana de koi rani
ke chhadya di jun buri o chhadya di jun buri

dasiye kahani kinve chhhadya de dil di
sanu taa gaanwand raato agg vi na miladi
dasiye kahani kinve chhhadya de dil di
ke sanu taa gaanwand raato agg vi na miladi
sadde lad vi tu lade koi rani ke chhadya di jun buri
ke chhadde di maa mar jave o kalla baitha sog manwe
koi janani dardi ode ghar pitta vi na aawe

dasiye kahani kinve chhhadya de dil di
ke sanu taa gaanwand raato agg vi na mil di
saade laad di lwa de kanji kani
o chhadya di jind buri oye rabba oye rabba
laralappa laralappa laayi rakkda
addiyappa addiyappa layi rakda

ikko ik voti rabba chhadya nu mangawa
sa na khyal rabba gore-kale rang da
ikko ik, ikko ik, ikko ik, ikko ik, ikko ik
sareya waste ikko chahe nanvi hove chahe ho purani
o chhadya di jun buri
rabba saadi vi bana de koi rani
laralappa laralappa laayi rakkda
addiyappa addiyappa layi rakda

No fire in the hearth, nor water in the clay,
The life of a bachelor, a desolate way.
Oh, Lord, oh, Lord, grant us a queen to call our own,
The bachelor's existence, a burden alone.
*Lara lappa, lara lappa, life's refrain,*
*Addi tappa, addi tappa, a cycle of pain.*

Toiling all day, returning home weary,
Blowing on the embers, my spirit grows dreary.
The bread, half-baked and soggy, a bitter repast,
Oh, Lord, oh, Lord, a queen, let our fortunes be cast.
The bachelor's life, a desolate plight,

How can we speak of a bachelor's heart's core?
Even a neighbor's fire, we cannot implore.
Set our fates with a queen, lest we forever yearn,
If a bachelor’s mother dies, for him there is no return,
No woman dares to enter, to share his lone space.

How can we speak of a bachelor's heart's beat?
Not even a neighbor’s fire, his sorrows to greet.
Place a queen of care, to end this bachelor's plight,
The bachelor’s life, a desolate night, oh, Lord, oh, Lord.
*Lara lappa, lara lappa, life's refrain,*
*Addi tappa, addi tappa, a cycle of pain.*

A single wife, oh Lord, is all we desire,
No thought of fair or dark, no color we require.
One, just one, one, just one,
For all, it’s the same, whether new or old,
The bachelor's existence, a story untold.
Oh, Lord, oh, Lord, grant us a queen to call our own,
*Lara lappa, lara lappa, life's refrain,*
*Addi tappa, addi tappa, a cycle of pain.*