chanda mama se pyara mera mama
meri aanhko ka tara mera mama

ek din dulha raja ke sang
char kahar bulau
apne hatho se hi
mai doli me tujhe bithau
us din mujhko chhod ke tu
aisi dunia me jaye
har ek ladki jaha se wapas
laut ke fir na aaye
rota rahega bechara tera mama
rota rahega bechara tera mama

My uncle, dearer than the moon,
My uncle, the star within my gaze.

One day, a king, a groom, you'll meet,
Four bearers summoned to your feet.
With my own hands, I'll lift you then,
Into a palanquin, again and again.

And you will journey, leaving me,
To a world where girls eternally,
Depart, and never turn their face,
From that unending, silent space.

Your uncle then will weep and mourn,
Your uncle, left so lost and torn.
Your uncle then will weep and mourn.