meethi boli bole raja
betwa mera mithua
meethi boli bole
kisne raja tumhe banaya
kisne meetha bol sikhaya maa ne
jab jage mai baat banaoon marji se

achhi achhi
tum babul ka ji behlaye
kar baate meethi meethi
maa ko akela chhod kar
jab kam par jaate hai babu ji
baat banakar maa ka sab dukh
dur bhaga de bitu ji bitu ji
raja bitwa mera mithua
meethi boli bol

Sweet words the king speaks,
My little one, sweetness itself.
Sweet words he weaves.

Who made you, O king?
Who taught you sweetness?
Mother did.

When I wake, stories bloom,
fashioned to please.

Good, good,
You delight your father.
With honeyed words you play.

Leaving Mother alone,
When Father goes to work,
You build tales,
Chasing away Mother's sorrow,
Little one, little one.

King, my little sweetness,
Sweet words he speaks.