ye badbhagan son chiriya
ye badbhagan son chiriya
udi udi daali pe aaye
apni chunu ko chuga chugaye
apne munu ko dana khilaye
mere dulare kab ghar aaye
main baithi hu aas lagaye
ye badbhagan son chiriya

hoti kahin jab main bhi chiriya
to chonch se chonch milati
ankhiyo se pani pilati main unko
hontho se khana khilati
main bhi bithati pankh pasero pe
jaise ye chidiya bithaye
mere dulare kab ghar aaye
main baithi hu aas lagaye
ye badbhagan son chiriya

putr yudhishthar se dharmi dushat
arjun se dhanu chalak hai
bheem se veer bane suput mere
nakul sahdev se balak hai
nayno ke nid me aancho ko chhero
ye nayno ke nid me aancho ko chhero
ye nis din rahte samaye
mere dulare kab ghar aaye
main baithi hu aas lagaye
ye badbhagan son chiriya

These fortunate golden sparrows,
These fortunate golden sparrows,
Fly, alight on branches so high,
Feeding their chosen, their cherished ones nigh.
They nurture their fledglings, grain by grain,
When will my beloved return to my lane?
I sit, my hope blooming, a steadfast refrain,
These fortunate golden sparrows.

If I were a sparrow, soaring free,
Beaks touching, in sweet harmony,
From my eyes, a fountain, a tender pour,
With my lips, I'd feed, forevermore.
I'd cradle them close, beneath wings wide,
As these sparrows, with loving stride.
When will my beloved grace my side?
I sit, my hope blooms, nowhere to hide,
These fortunate golden sparrows.

Sons of Yudhisthira, righteous and true,
Arjuna, the archer, his aim shining through,
Bheema, the valiant, my sons so grand,
Nakula and Sahadeva, held in my hand.
In the nest of my eyes, embers glow,
In the nest of my eyes, emotions flow,
Forever entwined, in life's grand show.
When will my beloved come to and fro?
I sit, my hope blooms, a vibrant glow,
These fortunate golden sparrows.