aaya re aaya re bhajiwala
na hum koi sahib na kam se hain sarkari
hum to becha rahe hain babu hari bhari tarkari
aaya re aaya re bhajiwala
halki bahar hain kele anar hain
ambua ke nimbua ke hum hai vyapari
halki bahar hain kele anar hain
ambua ke nimbua ke hum hain vyapari
halki bahar hain

aji chakhle jo mere fal ki bahar
aji chakhle jo mere fal ki bahar
uthne lage gi wo ramba sunar
kakdi si chaal ho makdi se baal ho
narangi si khal ho tamatar se gaal ho
naak jaise, naak jaise muli ki nok se sawar
ambua ke nimbua ke hum hai vyapari halki bahar hai

palle me daam ho to galle me aam ho
palle me daam ho to galle me aam ho
aam se hai aam abhi guthali ke daam hai
paise ki bat na karna tu khatpat
khatpat khatpat khatpat khatpat
lena hai maal to le dalo ji jhatpat
jhatpat jhatpat jhatpat jhatpat
uthalo uthalo luta di hai hamne fulwari
ambua ke nimbua ke hum hai vyapari
halki bahar hai kele anar hai ambua ke nimbua ke hum hai vyapari
halki bahar hai aaya re aaya re bhajiwala

He comes, he comes, the greengrocer’s call,
No titled lord, no servant of the state,
But peddling now, dear sir, the verdant all,
He comes, he comes, the greengrocer’s call.

A gentle breeze of fruit, a sunlit grace,
Bananas, pomegranates, in their prime,
Mangoes, lemons, I, who hold this space,
A gentle breeze of fruit, a sunlit grace.

Come taste the bloom that swells within my fruit,
Come taste the bloom, its promise understood,
And she will rise, her form a vibrant loot,
Cucumbers for strides, spider-silk hair to suit,
Oranges in skin, and cheeks of tomato hue,
A nose, a nose, carved like a radish, new.
Mangoes, lemons, I, who hold this grace,
A gentle breeze of fruit.

If coin you hold, then mangoes fill your store,
If coin you hold, then mangoes fill the core,
For mangoes now are all, the pits galore.
No haggling now, no chattering to endure,
Quick, quick, quick, take your bounty, be sure.
Quick, quick, quick, seize the harvest's lure,
We've scattered forth the garden's perfumed store.
Mangoes, lemons, I, who hold this grace,
A gentle breeze of fruit, a sunlit space,
Bananas, pomegranates, in their prime,
Mangoes, lemons, I, who hold this grace.
He comes, he comes, the greengrocer’s call.