chunari gote me rupahali gote me
saj rahi are ha saj rahi
saj rahi gali meri maa chunari gote me
saj rahi gali meri maa chunari gote me
saj rahi gali meri amma chunari gote me
saj rahi gali meri amma chunari gote me
chunari gote me rupahali gote me
chunari gote me rupahali gote me
chunari gote me rupahali gote me
chunari gote me rupahali gote me
saj rahi gali meri maa chunari gote me
saj rahi gali meri maa chunari gote me

ammaa tere munne ki gajab hai baat
ammaa tere munne ki gajab hai baat
ammaa tere munne ki
ammaa tere munne ki gajab hai baat
oy chanda jaisa mukhda kiran jaise haath
chanda jaisa mukhda kiran jaise haath
chanda jaisa mukhda kiran jaise haath
saj rahi gali meri maa chunari gote me
saj rahi gali meri maa chunari gote me

tu maa ka bachcha ha ji, na baap na jachcha ha ji
bin khet ka banda ha ji, bin murgi anda ha ji
bin pahiye gaadi ha ji, bin aurat saadi ha ji
bin aam ki guthali ha ji, bin aam ki guthali ha ji
hai aam se hamko matlab guthali se kya lena
hai aam se hamko matlab guthali se kya lena
mil jaaye haq apna guthali se kya lena
mil jaaye haq apna guthali se kya lena
saj rahi gali meri maa chunari gote me
saj rahi gali meri maa chunari gote me

mai mandir pahucha ha ji, ek bachcha dekha ha ji
na koi aage ha ji, na koi pichhe ha ji
mai taras me aake ha ji, le chala utha ke ha ji
ki maa ko de du ha ji, mandir me rakh du ha ji
pandit ne dekha ha ji, vo zaalim samajha ha ji
ye paap hai mera ha ji, bas mujhko gher ha ji
phir polis aayi ha ji, ki laakh duhayi ha ji
vo ek na maana ha ji, pad gaya le jaana ha ji
socha le jaakar ha ji, use rakh du baahar ha ji
bada jatan lagaaya ha ji, koi kaam na aaya ha ji
sadko par dekha ha ji, gaadi me pheka ha ji
ban gaya ye banda ha ji, is gale ka phanda ha ji
mai phir bhi taala ha ji, kachare me daala ha ji
phir baarish aayi ha ji, andhiyari chaayi ha ji
bijli jab kadaki ha ji, meri chhaati dhadki ha ji
ek tir sa laaga ha ji, mai vaapas bhaaga ha ji
phir bachche ko uthaaya gale se yu lagaaya
phir bachche ko uthaaya gale se yu lagaaya
aage kya bolu yaara mai paapi dil pe haara
aage kya bolu yaara mai paapi dil pe haara

beta tere kisse pe dil mera roye
jiye tera munna hoye hoye hoye
jiye tera munna hoye hoye hoye
saj rahi gali meri maa chunari gote me
saj rahi gali meri maa chunari gote me
saj rahi gali meri maa chunari gote me
saj rahi gali meri maa chunari gote me
saj rahi gali meri maa chunari gote me
saj rahi gali meri maa chunari gote me

In gossamer threads, a silver gleam,
Adorning, oh, adorning,
My mother's street, in gossamer's dream.
In gossamer threads, a silver gleam,
Adorning my mother's street, a flowing stream.

My mother's babe, a wonder untold,
Oh, a moon-kissed face, and hands of gold.
A moon-kissed face, and hands of light,
Adorning my mother's street, so bright.

You, mother's child, yes you, no father's seed,
A wanderer, indeed, a truth to heed.
No farmer's bound, no hen's embrace,
No mango pit, in this sacred space.
We crave the fruit, the sweetness' art,
What need we have of the pit's cold heart?
Our right we claim, the core we leave,
Adorning my mother's street, we believe.

To the temple I went, a child I did see,
No kin before, no company.
From the square I did take, to lift and to hold,
To give to my mother, a story to be told.
The priest he did see, with a cruel heart's guise,
This sin is mine, before his cold eyes.
Then the police came, with pleas and with fright,
He would not yield, to the fading light.
To take him away, in the world's cold call,
I thought to leave him, beyond the walled fall.
I tried with all strength, a futile plea,
Saw him on streets, for all to see.
He became this being, a noose around the soul,
I tried to avoid, but lost control.
Into the refuse, I cast him away,
Then rain it did pour, as shadows play.
When lightning did strike, my heart took a dive,
An arrow of pain, that took my life.
I ran back in haste, to reclaim his form,
And held him close, to weather the storm.
What more can I say, I lost to despair,
My sinful heart, a burden to bear.

Son, at your tale, my heart does weep,
May your baby live, in slumber deep.
Adorning my mother's street, the gossamer's keep.