baabul mora, naihar chhuto hi jaye
baabul mora, naihar chhuto jaye
mora, naihar chhuto hi jaye

chaar khaar mil, mori doliya sajave
mora apna begana chhuto jaye
mora, naihar chhuto hi jaye

aangana to parbat bhayo aur dehari bhayi bidesh
je baabul ghar aapna main chali piya ke desh
baabul mora, naihar chhuto hi jaye
baabul mora, naihar chhuto hi jaye

My father's house, a farewell song,
My father's house, where I no longer belong,
The echoes of childhood, they gently throng.

Four pallbearers, my palanquin they prepare,
Leaving behind those I held so dear,
My own, and the strangers, shedding a tear.

The courtyard, a mountain, vast and high,
The threshold, a foreign land, beneath a weeping sky,
From my father's home, to my lover, I must fly.
My father's house, a farewell song,
My father's house, where I no longer belong.