meri bitiya teri sukh ki
koi bhi kimat kam hai
tute tute mere dil ko
gham to hai bas yahi gham hai
tere babul garib ne
tere babul garib ne
sukh itna bhi na diya

janam ke din se, byah kiye tak
ek ek din ginta hai
janam ke din se, byah kiye tak
ek ek din ginta hai
nirdhan ya dhanwan ho kanya
har ghar ki chinta hai
jaha bitiya ka ghar base
jaha bitiya ka ghar base
wahi sar ko jhuka diya
o teri bholi muskano ne
mujhe babul bana diya
teri bholi muskano ne
mujhe babul bana diya

My daughter, for your joy,
No price could ever suffice.
My shattered heart knows grief,
A single sorrow holds its vice:
Your poor father, he
Your poor father, he,
Could not give enough delight.

From birth's first light, to marriage day,
Each passing moment I have known.
From birth's first light, to marriage day,
Each passing moment, deeply sown.
Poor or rich, a daughter's path,
A worry in every home is shown.
Where my daughter finds her home,
Where my daughter finds her home,
My head in reverence now bends.
Oh, your innocent smiles, they,
Have made me a father, my friend.
Your innocent smiles, they,
Have made me a father, my friend.