o mere hone wale bachcho ki amma amma amma
o mere hone wale bachcho ki amma
mera chulha jala de meri roti paka de
chulha jalwa lena roti pakwa lena
magar usse pehle duniya dikhla de na
o mere hone wale bachcho ke pappa pappa pappa
o mere hone wale bachcho ke pappa
mujhe delhi dikhade mujhe bambai ghumade
delhi dikhaunga bambai ghumaunga
magar usse pehle ghar bhi basaunga
o mere hone wale bacho ki amma
mera chulha jala de meri roti paka de

jo mai karu wo karta ja pyar me mere marta ja
mere sang sang chalta ja chalta ja bas chalta ja
tera diwana hu aashik mastana hu
magar teri aadat se ab tak anjana hu
o mere hone wale bachcho ki amma
mera shikwa mita de koi jalwa de
o mere hone wale bachcho ke pappa
mujhe delhi dikhade mujhe bambai ghumade

chhod bhi de khudgarzi ko man le meri marzi ko
aaj samajh le kudmayi kal bajegi shehnayi
kabhi ham manenge kabhi ham ruthenge
jami per hi sare sitare lutenge
o mere hone wale bachcho ke pappa
mujhe dulhan bana de meri sej saja de
o mere hone wale bachcho ki amma
mera chulha jala de meri roti paka de

ik shararat ho jaye nazre inayat ho jaye
rab ki ibadat ho jaye tujhse mohabbat ho jaye
tera mai ranjha hu meri tu heer bane
jaha me jine ki koi takdir bane
o mere hone wale bachcho ki amma
dard ab to mita de koi dawa bata de
o mere hone wale bachcho ki amma
mera chulha jala de meri roti paka de
chulha jalwa lena roti pakwa lena
magar usse pehle duniya dikhla de na
o mere hone wale bachcho ke pappa
mujhe delhi dikhade mujhe bambai ghumade
o mere hone wale bachcho ki amma
mera chulha jala de meri roti paka de

Oh, mother of my coming children, mother, mother, mother,
Oh, mother of my coming children,
Kindle my hearth, bake my bread,
To kindle the flame, to bake the bread,
But before that, show me the world, oh!
Oh, father of my coming children, father, father, father,
Oh, father of my coming children,
Show me Delhi, take me to Bombay,
I will show you Delhi, I will take you to Bombay,
But before that, I'll build a home.
Oh, mother of my coming children,
Kindle my hearth, bake my bread.

Do what I do, in love, keep dying for me,
Walk with me, walk on, just keep walking,
I am your madman, your crazy lover,
But of your ways, I am yet unaware.
Oh, mother of my coming children,
Erase my complaint, show me a vision,
Oh, father of my coming children,
Show me Delhi, take me to Bombay.

Leave selfishness behind, accept my will,
Understand betrothal today, tomorrow the wedding music will play,
Sometimes we'll agree, sometimes we'll quarrel,
On earth, we'll steal all the stars.
Oh, father of my coming children,
Make me a bride, adorn my bed,
Oh, mother of my coming children,
Kindle my hearth, bake my bread.

Let mischief happen, let grace be bestowed,
Let the worship of God happen, let love happen with you,
I am your Ranjha, you be my Heer,
Let there be a destiny to live in the world.
Oh, mother of my coming children,
Erase the pain now, tell me a remedy,
Oh, mother of my coming children,
Kindle my hearth, bake my bread,
To kindle the flame, to bake the bread,
But before that, show me the world, oh!
Oh, father of my coming children,
Show me Delhi, take me to Bombay,
Oh, mother of my coming children,
Kindle my hearth, bake my bread.