jis gali me teraa ghar na ho baalamaa
us gali se hame to guzaranaa nahi
jo dagar tere dvaare se jaati na ho
us dagar par hame paav rakhanaa nahi

zindagi me ka_i ragaraliyaan sahi
har taraf muskuraati ye galiyaan sahi
khubasurat bahaaro ki kaliyaan sahi
jis chaman me tere pag me kaate chubhe
us chaman se hame phul chunanaa nahi
jis gali me teraa ghar na ho baalamaa

aa ye rasame ye kasame sabhi tod ke
tu chali aa chunar pyaar ki odh ke
yaa chalaa jaaugaa mai ye jag chhod ke
jis jagah yaad teri sataane lage
us jagah ek pal bhi thaharanaa nahi
jis gali me teraa ghar na ho baalamaa

In streets where your abode does not reside, my love,
That path shall my feet never tread.
Where roads do not lead to your door,
Upon such roads, my steps will never be laid.

Though life offers a myriad of delights,
And smiling streets beckon from all sides,
With beautiful blossoms in vibrant hues,
Yet, where thorns prick your delicate feet,
From that garden, I will pluck no flowers.
In streets where your abode does not reside, my love.

Shattering all vows, all customs,
Come, drape yourself in love's radiant shawl,
Or I shall depart this world, bidding it farewell.
Where your memory begins to torment,
In that place, not even a moment will I stay.
In streets where your abode does not reside, my love.