ham bolega toh, bologe ke bolata hai
ham bolega toh, bologe ke bolata hai
ek memsaab hai, sath me shab bhi hai
memsaab sundar sundar hai, sab bhi khubasurat hai
dono pas pas hain, bate khas-khas hain
duniya chahe kuchh bhi bole bole
duniya chahe kuchh bhi bole, ham kuchh nahi bolega
ham bolega toh, bologe ke bolata hai
ham bolega toh, bologe ke bolata hai

hamara ek padosi hai
hamara ek padosi hai, nam jisaka joshi hai
woh pas hamare aata hai, aur hamako yeh samajhata hai
jab do javan dil mil jayenge, tab kuchh naa kuchh toh hoga
do se char ho sakate hain, aath se sath ho sakate hain
jo karata hai so pata hai, are apne bap kaa kya jata hai
joshi padosi kuchh bhi bole bole
joshi padosi kuchh bhi bole, ham kuchh nahi bolega
ham bolega toh, bologe ke bolata hai
ham bolega toh, bologe ke bolata hai

meri budhiya nani thi, lekin wo badi sayani thi
godi me mujhe bithati thi, aur sachchi bat sunati thi
jab sal sataravan lagega, dil dhadak dhadak toh karega
kisi sundari se nainava ladega, toh dil khusur phusur bhi karega
jab aag se ghi milega phir ghi bhi toh pighalega
naa aag se naa ghi se, hamako kya kisi se
nani chahe kuchh bhi bole, ham kuchh nahi bolega
ham bolega toh, bologe ke bolata hai
ham bolega toh, bologe ke bolata hai
ham bolega toh

The world, it whispers, "He speaks, he speaks."
The world, it whispers, "He speaks, he speaks."
A lady bright, a gentleman near,
She, beauty's echo, he, held so dear.
Close they stand, their whispers deep,
While prying eyes their secrets keep.
Let the world its judgments sow,
My silence, a river's gentle flow.
The world, it whispers, "He speaks, he speaks."
The world, it whispers, "He speaks, he speaks."

A neighbor's shadow, Joshi by name,
Approaches, fueling the heart's flame.
"When two young hearts their paths entwine,
A spark ignites, a fate defined.
Two can bloom to four, then eight to score,
The harvest reaped, forevermore.
What is sown, is also reaped,
What is born, the world will keep".
Let Joshi's words their echoes send,
My silence, a journey without end.
The world, it whispers, "He speaks, he speaks."
The world, it whispers, "He speaks, he speaks."

My grandmother, wise and old,
Held me close, her story told.
In her lap, tales of truth she'd weave,
As the heart begins to believe.
"When seventeen summers grace your soul,
Your heart will tremble, lose control.
With beauty's gaze, your spirit will yearn,
Whispers of love, your heart will burn.
When fire kisses molten ghee,
Then even the softest will break free.
Neither fire nor ghee holds me,
What does it matter to me?"
Let my grandma's words softly fall,
My silence embraces them all.
The world, it whispers, "He speaks, he speaks."
The world, it whispers, "He speaks, he speaks."
I speak, I speak…