laal gend hai khub chatak chatak chatak
ped par jake gayi latak latak latak
laal gend hai khub chatak chatak chatak
ped par jake gayi latak latak latak
mara eita pathar phenka patto ka gatthar
par gendua sab kuch satak gayi
jhurmuth mein lukchup atak gayi
meri laal gend hai

masti mein balla ghuma du main
bas gend ki pakshi bana du main
masti mein balla guma du main
bas gend ki pakshi bana du main
pankh fadad fadad par jhatak jhatak
kabhi ped to nadiya bhatak bhatak
chahu vo jaye lipat lipat
par ped gaya hai gend satak
kya ped pe chadhke jaau latak
meri laal laal gend hai

A crimson orb, so vibrantly bright,
Ascends to the tree, in playful light.
A crimson orb, so vibrantly bright,
Ascends to the tree, in playful light.

Stones I hurled, and leaves I did fling,
Yet the red sphere, took flight on a wing.
Lost to the shadows, hidden from sight,
My vibrant red sphere, vanished in the night.

With a joyful swing, my bat takes hold,
To set the round gem, stories to be told.
With a joyful swing, my bat takes hold,
To set the round gem, stories to be told.

Wings it had, with a shake and a sway,
Through tree and through river, it danced away.
I longed for its return, to cling and to stay,
But the tree did swallow, the sphere's bright ray.
Should I climb to find, where my red sphere lay?
My crimson, my crimson, my lost red display.