dur kahi ik aam ki bagiya
dur kahi ik aam ki bagiya, bagiya me hai thandi chhaanv
chhaanv me ik kachcha rasta, raste me pyara sa gaanv
gaanv me ik chhota sa ghar, ghar me ik ujala sa aangan
aangan me chandan ka palna, palne me chanda sa munna
munne ki aankho me nindiya
dur kahi ik aam ki bagiya, bagiya me hai thandi chhaanv
chhaanv me ik kachcha rasta, raste me pyara sa gaanv

nile-nile aasmaan me taaro ka hai ek nagar
jagmag-jagmag ik taare par ik shehzadi ka hai ghar
chupke-chupke raat ko uth ke dhyan se dekhe koyi agar
jhilmil-jhilmil hai taare me us shehzadi ke jevar
shehzadi ithalaaye shehzadi ye gaaye
dur kahi ik aam ki bagiya

aadhi raat jab ho jaati hai jab duniya so jaati hai
taaro se shehzadi utar ke munne ke ghar aati hai
mithe-mithe saare sapne apne saath vo laati hai
sote munne ki palko pe ye sapne vo sajaati hai
sirhane vo aaye haule se vo gaaye
dur kahi ik aam ki bagiya

In a mango grove, far and wide,
Cool shadows gently reside.
A path of earth, a humble trace,
Leads to a village, time and space.

A tiny home, a gentle keep,
A courtyard bathed in slumber deep.
A cradle carved of sandalwood sweet,
A moon-like child, his slumber complete.
In his eyes, where dreams reside,
In a mango grove, far and wide.

A city of stars in the azure height,
A twinkling town in the velvet night.
On a shimmering star, a palace gleams,
Home to a princess, lost in dreams.
If one should watch with careful gaze,
Her jewels in starlight gently blaze.
The princess smiles, the princess sings,
In a mango grove, where solace springs.

When midnight's hush begins to creep,
And all the world is lost in sleep,
The princess, from the stars descends,
To the child's small home, her journey ends.
Sweet dreams she brings, a gentle art,
To grace his eyes, to touch his heart.
She softly comes, she softly sings,
In a mango grove, where comfort clings.