humko pukaara karejwaa dabai ke
humko pukaara
humko pukaara karejwaa dabai ke
gori ne dekha jo ghunghata uthai ke
phir kyaa huyi gat hamari na puchho
laga nazariya ka dhakka
to hum kalkatta pahuch gaye
laga nazariya ka dhakka
balam kalkatta pahuch gaye

humko pukaara karejwaa dabai ke
gori ne dekha jo ghunghata uthai ke
phir kyaa huyi gat hamari na puchho
laga nazariya ka dhakka
balam kalkatta pahuch gaye
laga nazariya ka dhakka
to hum kalkatta pahuch gaye

ye mere pichhe chale aaye kaise
itana to koi jara inse puchhe
kyaa dabdaba hain inki gali mein
koi na nikale bina inse puchhe
suraj na nikale bina inse puchhe
phir bhi naam badal ke
i majnu ke chacha pahuch gaye
laga nazariya ka dhakka
to hum kalkatta pahuch gaye

ab to chalege hum bhi wahan tak
sawali gori chalogi jahan tak
aisa kathori ungali thama do
phir to na puchho ye pahunche kahan tak
phir to na puchho ye pahunche kahan tak
koi pahunche na pahunche
ji ham albatta pahunch gaye
laga nazariya ka dhakka
balam kalkatta pahuch gaye

humko pukaara karejwaa dabai ke
gori ne dekha jo ghunghata uthai ke
phir kyaa huyi gat hamari na puchho
laga nazariya ka dhakka
balam kalkatta pahuch gaye
laga nazariya ka dhakka
to hum kalkatta pahuch gaye

She beckoned, a hand pressed to her heart,
She beckoned.
She beckoned, a hand pressed to her heart.
My love revealed, lifting her veiled art.
Then what became of me, ask not the pain,
Her glance, a forceful shove,
to Calcutta I was flown.
Her glance, a forceful shove,
My love, to Calcutta flown.

She beckoned, a hand pressed to her heart,
My love revealed, lifting her veiled art.
Then what became of me, ask not the pain,
Her glance, a forceful shove,
My love, to Calcutta flown.
Her glance, a forceful shove,
to Calcutta I was flown.

How did they follow, a shadow in tow?
Such courage to even ask, you know?
What power they hold within their street,
None dare to leave without their decree.
The sun itself, must beg before they see.
Yet, changing names,
the uncle of a madman, they arrived you see.
Her glance, a forceful shove,
to Calcutta I was flown.

Now, I'll walk with pride, to the shore.
Oh, fair one, follow, and explore.
Offer your hand of iron might,
Then ask no more where I might roam,
Then ask no more where I might roam.
Whether I went or not,
I, for sure, arrived at home.
Her glance, a forceful shove,
My love, to Calcutta flown.

She beckoned, a hand pressed to her heart,
My love revealed, lifting her veiled art.
Then what became of me, ask not the pain,
Her glance, a forceful shove,
My love, to Calcutta flown.
Her glance, a forceful shove,
to Calcutta I was flown.