kam ki dhun me hai rawa mast hasi jawa
gyarah hazar ladkiya gyarah hazar ladkiya
gyarah hazar ladkiya gyarah hazar ladkiya
gyarah hazar ladkiya gyarah hazar ladkiya

aati hai daftaro me ye katle bahar ki tarah
padhti hai kushk faile nam aaye yar ki tarah
aati hai daftaro me ye katle bahar ki tarah
padhti hai kushk faile nam aaye yar ki tarah
nach rahi hai ungaliya bol rahi hai chudiya
gyarah hazar ladkiya gyarah hazar ladkiya
gyarah hazar ladkiya gyarah hazar ladkiya
gyarah hazar ladkiya gyarah hazar ladkiya

ye jo krib aa gayi dur dilo ka gum gaya
pyar se hath rakh diya dard ka jor tham gaya
ye jo krib aa gayi dur dilo ka gum gaya
pyar se hath rakh diya dard ka jor tham gaya
pahro wafa ki deviya sharmo haya ki putaliya
gyarah hazar ladkiya gyarah hazar ladkiya
gyarah hazar ladkiya gyarah hazar ladkiya
gyarah hazar ladkiya gyarah hazar ladkiya

apne chaman ka rang bhul kaun thi apni abru
desh ke dil ki arzu sare jaha me surkh ru
apne chaman ka rang bhul kaun thi apni abru
desh ke dil ki arzu sare jaha me surkh ru
apne gharo ki raniya apne watan ki basbaa
gyarah hazar ladkiya gyarah hazar ladkiya
gyarah hazar ladkiya gyarah hazar ladkiya
gyarah hazar ladkiya gyarah hazar ladkiya
gyarah hazar ladkiya gyarah hazar ladkiya

In the work's rhythm, a joyous river flows, youth ablaze,
Eleven thousand maidens, eleven thousand maidens.
Eleven thousand maidens, eleven thousand maidens,
Eleven thousand maidens, eleven thousand maidens.

They arrive in offices, like the spring's own slaughter,
They read dry files, as if recalling a beloved's name, their daughter.
They arrive in offices, like the spring's own slaughter,
They read dry files, as if recalling a beloved's name, their daughter.
Fingers dance, bangles sing, their symphony now in the light,
Eleven thousand maidens, eleven thousand maidens.
Eleven thousand maidens, eleven thousand maidens,
Eleven thousand maidens, eleven thousand maidens.

When they draw near, the sorrow of distant hearts departs,
A loving hand placed, the force of pain is held apart.
When they draw near, the sorrow of distant hearts departs,
A loving hand placed, the force of pain is held apart.
Hours of devotion, goddesses of shame and grace,
Eleven thousand maidens, eleven thousand maidens.
Eleven thousand maidens, eleven thousand maidens,
Eleven thousand maidens, eleven thousand maidens.

Forgetting the hues of their own garden, who was their honor?
The heart's desire of the nation, bright in the world's tenor.
Forgetting the hues of their own garden, who was their honor?
The heart's desire of the nation, bright in the world's tenor.
Queens of their homes, conquerors of their land, the earth born,
Eleven thousand maidens, eleven thousand maidens.
Eleven thousand maidens, eleven thousand maidens,
Eleven thousand maidens, eleven thousand maidens,
Eleven thousand maidens, eleven thousand maidens.