itni badi duniya me jo chote chote bache na hote
itni badi duniya me jo chote chote bache na hote
chhal chhal hi fir hota jo ye nanhe mune bache na hote
itni badi duniya me jo chote chote bache na hote
chal chal hi fir hota
jo ye nanhe mune bache na hote itni badi duniya me

pyar koi kisi se na karta na hi mamta ka roop sanwarta
pyar koi kisi se na karta na hi mamta ka roop sanwarta
kaliyo pe aati na jawani na hi gulshan ka rang nikhrta
ye bhag bhi na hote ye bahare bhi na hoti
jo ye nanhe mune bache na hote itni badi duniya me

hans jo ye to man khil jaye roye agar to dil hil jaye
pyar bari jise muskan de do
use dono jahan ki khushi mil jaye
ye hansi jo na hoti to jindagi na hoti
jo nanhe mune bache na hote itni badi duniya me

jaise pani chupa gatao me chupi jindagi inki adao me
jaise pani chupa gatao me chupi jindagi inki adao me
ye darti pe jhumte hai aise jaise udhati hai titaliya hawao me
ye nanhe munni jane hai bansuri ki tane
jo ye nanhe mune bache na hote
itni badi duniya me jo chote chote bache na hote
chhal chhal hi fir hota
jo ye nanhe mune bache na hote itni badi duniya me

If the world held no small children,
If the vast world held no small children,
Deceit alone would reign, a constant flow,
If these tiny, precious ones were not.
If the world held no small children.

Love would cease to bloom, no tenderness would rise,
Love would cease to bloom, no maternal grace would grace.
Buds would never bloom, the garden lose its hue,
These gardens, these springs, would vanish from our sight,
If these tiny, precious ones were not, in this vast world.

Their laughter makes the heart expand, their tears can shake the soul,
Their laughter makes the heart expand, their tears can shake the soul,
To those they give a loving smile,
Find joy beyond all worlds,
If laughter had no place, life would be lost,
If these tiny, precious ones were not, in this vast world.

As water hides within the clouds, their life in their sweet ways,
As water hides within the clouds, their life in their sweet ways,
They dance upon the earth, like butterflies in air,
These little ones, like songs upon a flute,
If these tiny, precious ones were not,
If the world held no small children,
Deceit alone would reign, a constant flow,
If these tiny, precious ones were not, in this vast world.