ek ladki nache raste me
dekh tamasha saste me
ek ladki nache raste me
dekh tamasha saste me
kaise kaise phul khile hai
kaise kaise phul khile hai
husn ke is guldaste me
ek ladki nache raste me
dekh tamasha saste me

kale kale baal hai, gora gora rang hai
chikane chikane gaal hai, nazuk nazuk ang hai
kale kale baal hai, gora gora rang hai
chikane chikane gaal hai, nazuk nazuk ang hai
mai tera saudaayi hu, tu meri mahbuba hai
teri gahri aankho me, dil diwana duba hai
tera mera milna hoga, tera mera milna hoga
har din aur har hafte me
ek ladki nache raste me
tu dekh tamasha saste me

bahka bahka hai sama, mausam bhi kuch sard hai
aaja chhuke dekh le, seene me kya dard hai
bahka bahka hai sama, mausam bhi kuch sard hai
aaja chhuke dekh le, seene me kya dard hai
hai dhua sa sanso me, jindgani pyasi hai
pass tere aane ko, ye jawani pyasi hai
mithi mithi shahad chhupi hai
mithi mithi shahad chhupi hai
hotho ke iss chhatte me
ek ladki nache raste me
dekh tamasha saste me
ek ladki nache raste me
dekh tamasha saste me
ho kaise kaise phul khile hai
kaise kaise phul khile hai
husn ke is guldaste me
ek ladki nache raste me
tu dekh tamasha saste me

A girl dances in the street,
Watching the cheap spectacle.
A girl dances in the street,
Watching the cheap spectacle.
How many flowers have bloomed,
How many flowers have bloomed,
In this bouquet of beauty.
A girl dances in the street,
Watching the cheap spectacle.

Dark, dark hair, fair, fair skin,
Smooth, smooth cheeks, delicate limbs.
Dark, dark hair, fair, fair skin,
Smooth, smooth cheeks, delicate limbs.
I am your mad lover, you are my beloved,
In your deep eyes, a mad heart drowns.
Our meeting will happen, our meeting will happen,
Every day and every week.
A girl dances in the street,
Watching the cheap spectacle.

The atmosphere is intoxicated, the weather somewhat cold,
Come, touch and see, what pain in the chest.
The atmosphere is intoxicated, the weather somewhat cold,
Come, touch and see, what pain in the chest.
Smoke-like in the breaths, life is thirsty,
To come near you, this youth is thirsty.
Sweet, sweet honey hidden,
Sweet, sweet honey hidden,
In the hive of these lips.
A girl dances in the street,
Watching the cheap spectacle.
A girl dances in the street,
Watching the cheap spectacle.
Oh, how many flowers have bloomed,
How many flowers have bloomed,
In this bouquet of beauty.
A girl dances in the street,
Watching the cheap spectacle.