aahe unse huyi ya galla ya galla
dil ye bola bismillah bismillah allah
unse huyi ya galla ya galla
dil ye bola bismillah bismillah allah
murgi walo kukdu ku
murgi walo apni murgiya sambhalo
murga mera jawan ho gaya
khake badam aur pista
pattha pahalwan ho gaya
are pattha pahalwan ho gaya
ar baba pattha pahalwan ho gaya
ha unse huyi ya galla ya galla
dil ye bola bismillah bismillah allah

aa aa aa aa aa aa
gori hai murgi murga hai kala
har ek murgi ka
har ek murgi ka chahne wala
gori hai murgi murga hai kala
har ek murgi ka chahne wala
karda ae papi gadbad ghotala
desi ko taake anreji ko jhanke
murga bada shaitan ho gaya
murgi walo
murgi walo apni murgiya sambhalo
murga mera jawan ho gaya
khake badam aur pista
pattha pahalwan ho gaya
are pattha pahalwan ho gaya
ar baba pattha pahalwan ho gaya
aa aa aa aa aa aa

aa aa aa aa aa aa
jab ho savera deta sadaye
jab ho savera deta sadaye
rahti hai murgiyo pe iski nigahe
bechain wo bhi hai bechain ye bhi hai
aur kya kaisa hai

ha d d da da d d da da
d d da da d d da da

dard mere dil ka kam hoga ke nahi, amoy
dard mere dil ka kam hoga ke nahi, amoy
bol radha bol sangam hoga ke nahi, amoy
bol radha bol sangam hoga ke nahi, amoy
dard mere dil ka kam hoga ke nahi, amoy amoy
dard mere dil ka kam hoga ke nahi

allah allah allah
allah allah
oye oye oye oye
ae allah
oye allah allah allah

From her, a story, a tale unfurled,
My heart whispered, "In God's name, in God's world."
From her, a story, a tale begun,
My heart cried, "In God's name, His will is done."

O, ye of the fowl, the morning's call,
Tend to your hens, lest they stumble and fall.
My rooster, now grown, in his prime does he stand,
On almonds and pistachios, his strength in command.
A wrestler, a champion, his power ablaze,
A wrestler, a champion, in life's dizzying maze.
Yes, from her, a story, a tale entwined,
My heart whispered, "In God's name, peace of mind."

Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah...
The hen, fair of skin, the rooster, in night's hue,
Each hen has a lover, devoted and true.
The hen, fair of skin, the rooster, in night's shade,
Each hen has a lover, by fortune arrayed.
He plays the deceiver, his mischief's decree,
Yearning for foreign, rejecting the free.
My rooster, now wicked, his nature untamed,
O, ye of the fowl, your vigilance claimed!
My rooster, now grown, his spirit so bold,
On almonds and pistachios, a story unfolds.
A wrestler, a champion, his prowess unfurled,
A wrestler, a champion, in the vast world.

Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah...
Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah...
When dawn breaks anew, his cries fill the air,
His eyes on the hens, with vigilant care.
They're restless, they're yearning, their hearts in a plight,
And what more can I say, in this fading light?

Da, da, da, da, da, da...
Da, da, da, da, da, da...

Will the ache in my heart ever cease to be, Amoy?
Will the ache in my heart ever find its release, Amoy?
Speak, Radha, and tell me, will our rivers convene?
Speak, Radha, and tell me, will our two rivers convene?
Will the ache in my heart ever find its release, Amoy, Amoy?
Will the ache in my heart ever cease to be?

Allah, Allah, Allah...
Allah, Allah...
Oy, oy, oy, oy...
O Allah!
Oy, Allah, Allah, Allah...