mere babu khilaune leja mere babu khilaune leja
tere nanhe munne khelenge tere nanhe munne khelenge
mere babu khilaune leja tere nanhe munne khelenge
ha tere nanhe munne khelenge

pankh wala ghoda ye chidiyo ka joda
ye natkhat gudiya kanch ki
pankh wala ghoda ye chidiyo ka joda
ye natkhat gudiya kanch ki
hath wala baja ye much wala raja
har ek say aane panch ki
ye gandhi ye gotam ye sham salona leja
tere nanhe munne khelenge
ho tere nanhe munne khelenge

nach uthe bache khilaune aise achhe
mai bechu bich bazar ke
nach uthe bache khilaune aise ache
mai bechu bich bazar ke
ek bach beche or ek achha khele
azab dhang is sansar ke
mere babu mere raja sab pone pone leja
tere nanhe munne khelenge
ha tere nanhe munne khelenge

bhag laye aisa ke pad nahi paisa
kate hai din fakir jel ke
bhag laye aisa ke pad nahi paisa
kate hai din fakir jel ke
mal bike babu to pet pale babu
hame kya lena hai khel ke
nirdhan balak se sab khel khilone leja
tere nanhe munne khelenge
ha tere nanhe munne khelenge
mere babu khilone leja
tere nanhe munne khelenge
ha tere nanhe munne khelenge

My darling, take these toys away, my darling, take them away,
For your tiny ones will play, for your tiny ones will play.
My darling, take these toys away, your tiny ones will play,
Yes, your tiny ones will play.

A winged horse, a pair of birds,
these mischievous glass dolls,
A winged horse, a pair of birds,
these mischievous glass dolls.
A hand-held horn, a moustached king,
each one for five to call,
This Gandhi, this Buddha, this evening's charm, take them all away,
For your tiny ones will play,
Oh, your tiny ones will play.

The children dance, these toys so fine,
I sell them in the market's heart,
The children dance, these toys so fine,
I sell them in the market's heart.
One child will sell, the other play with glee,
the strange ways of this world, a work of art.
My darling, my king, take all to find,
For your tiny ones will play,
Yes, your tiny ones will play.

Fate has brought us to this plight, no coin remains,
days of this beggar's jail,
Fate has brought us to this plight, no coin remains,
days of this beggar's jail.
If the goods are sold, my darling, then the belly fills,
What matters to us of play's allure?
From the pauper child, take all the toys away,
For your tiny ones will play,
Yes, your tiny ones will play.
My darling, take these toys away,
For your tiny ones will play,
Yes, your tiny ones will play.