kadak kadak rewdi wala
ho laya rewdi kadakedar khake dekho ji ek baar
aaya bechan chhod bajar lelo lelo mere sarkar
ho laya rewdi kadakedar khake dekho ji ek baar
aaya bechan chhod bajar lelo lelo mere sarkar
ho laya rewdi kadakedar

aao bulbul aao maina cheez maje ki aayi
gulab ki khusbudar rewdi lakhnau se mangwayi
nanhi munni sasti madhi sahab meri mithayi
barfi ki ye nani hai or rasgulle ki tai
naukar khaye rani khaye khaye rajkumar
ho laya rewdi kadakedar khake dekho ji ek baar
kadak kadak ye khake tera manwa fadak fadak hi jaye
ho laya rewdi kadakedar khake dekho ji ek baar

na mangu mai laddu peda or na dudh malai
ik pudiya rewdi ki lede maine kabhi na khai
janam se kadkaa aashik hu mai paas na mere pai
bin paise ke rewdi lele ye hai tera bhai
bandh de iske hath me rakhi kar na soch vichar
ho sacha bhai bahan ka pyar, ho sacha bhai bahan ka pyar
ho sacha bhai bahan ka pyar, kadak kadak rewdi

delhi ka halwa sohan to hai bilkul bekar
mathura ka jo peda khaye aa jaye bukhar
bin rewdi ke tujhse balam karungi na main pyar
aisi chatori aurat se to mai ho gaya bejaar
rewdi hai ye gulabjamun bundi ki sardar
ho laya rewdi kadakedar khake dekho ji ek baar
aaya bechan chhod bajar lelo lelo mere sarkar
ho laya rewdi kadakedar
kadak kadak rewdi wala

Crisp, crackling, the sweetmeat seller calls,
"Come taste my brittle, a single bite enthralls!"
Leaving the market, I come to sell,
"Take, oh take, my lords, this tale I tell!"
Crisp, crackling, the sweetmeat seller calls.

Come, O nightingale, come, myna, a treat has arrived,
Rose-scented brittle, from Lucknow, derived.
Tiny, sweet, for all to prize,
A grandmother to the barfi, an aunt to the skies.
Servants feast, queens partake, princes too embrace,
Crisp, crackling, come, and savor this space!
Crunch and snap, your heart will leap,
Crisp, crackling, secrets to keep!

I ask not for laddoo, peda, nor the cream so white,
A single packet of brittle, my only delight.
Born a pauper, a lover, I own not a mite,
Without coin, you may take, I am your brother's light.
Tie a Rakhi to his hand, without a single fear,
True love of brother and sister, so very near,
True love of brother and sister, so very clear,
True love of brother and sister, crisp, crackling, my dear!

Delhi's halwa, Sohan, utterly mundane,
Mathura's peda might bring a feverish strain.
Without brittle, my love, I'll not return your gaze,
From such a greedy woman, I am weary in these days.
Brittle is the Gulab Jamun, the Boondi's decree,
Crisp, crackling, come, and savor with me!
Leaving the market, I come to sell,
"Take, oh take, my lords, this tale I tell!"
Crisp, crackling, the sweetmeat seller calls.
Crisp, crackling, the sweetmeat seller calls.