Chalo Ho Gayi Taiyaar
Chalo Ho Gayi Taiyaar
kar do kar do
Chalo Ho Gayi Taiyaar
Chalo Ho Gayi Taiyaar
are thero ji are thero ji
koi badiya si chalpal dila do hame
par landon se saendel mangao tumhe
koi badiya si chalpal dila do hame
par landon se saendel mangao tumhe
phir lahor ki sadko par khat khat khat
khat khat khat

Chalo Ho Gayi Taiyaar
are thero ji are thero ji
chalo resham ki sadi dila do hame
par paris se gaoun magao tumhe
chalo resham ki sadi dila do hame
par paris se gaoun magao tumhe
phir bambai ki sadko par far far far
far far far

chalo sunder si cycle dila do hame
motercycle magao maoter cycle tumhe
chalo sunder si cycle dila do hame
motercycle magao maoter cycle tumhe
motercycle chalane se lagta hai dar
aur sunder si moter ka denge order
aur sunder si moter ka denge order
phir Delhi ki sadko par sar sar sar
sar sar sar sar sar sar

Ready, now, the soul is dressed,
Ready, now, to be possessed.
Do it, do it,
Ready, now, to be caressed.
Ready, now, I confess.
Wait, oh wait, my heart's behest!

Grant me sandals, light and free,
But London's touch, the soul to see.
Grant me sandals, light and free,
For London's grace, eternally.
Then, Lahore's paths, a rhythm to keep,
*Khat-khat*, the secrets deep.

Ready, now, for the world's dance,
Wait, oh wait, my heart's trance.
Give me silk, a flowing guise,
But Paris gowns, before my eyes.
Give me silk, a flowing guise,
For Paris dreams that never die.
Then, Bombay's streets, a whispered plea,
*Far-far*, the wind's decree.

Give me a bicycle to roam,
A motorcycle, to call my home?
Give me a bicycle to roam,
A motorcycle, never to roam?
The motor's roar, a fearful sound,
A better car, on hallowed ground.
A better car, the world around,
Then, Delhi's grace, as I'm bound.
*Sar-sar*, the soul's unbound.