punjab chali jaungi gujrat chali jaungi
punjab chali jaungi gujrat chali jaungi
maharastra chali jaungi bangal chali jaungi
har jagah chali jaungi par vaha nahi jaungi
are to kaha jayegi chamak chalo

chadhti jawani meri nindiya udhayegi
chadhti jawani meri nindiya udhayegi
na jaungi bihar u.p goli chal jayegi
na jaungi bihar u.p goli chal jayegi
chadti jawani meri nindiya udhayegi
chadti jawani meri nindiya udhayegi
na jaungi bihar u.p goli chal jayegi
na jaungi bihar u.p goli chal jayegi

mera lahanga hai shandar meri choli hai butedar
mere joban pe chadha khumar mai hu mast chabili naar
gore galo ka rang hai laal umariya chadhi hai solah saal
jawani ban gayi hai janjal meri to badal gayi hai chal
baali umariya meri shor kar jayegi
baali umariya meri shor kar jayegi
na jaungi bihar u.p goli chal jayegi
na jaungi bihar u.p goli chal jayegi

gore tan pe hai chadha hai shabab najariya ho gayi meri sharab
niyat ladko ki hai kharab kisko kisko dungi jawab
na jaungi mai gorakhpur na jaungi mai kangur
na jaungi mujafarpur na jaungi mai hajipur
kahi chaku churi kahi bhala chalvayegi
kahi chaku churi kahi bhala chalvayegi
na jaungi bihar u.p goli chal jayegi
na jaungi bihar u.p goli chal jayegi
jawani ye meri sabki nindiya udhayegi
jawani ye meri sabki nindiya udhayegi
na jaungi bihar u.p goli chal jayegi
na jaungi bihar u.p goli chal jayegi
na jaungi bihar u.p goli chal jayegi
na jaungi bihar u.p goli chal jayegi
na jaungi bihar u.p goli chal jayegi
na jaungi bihar u.p goli chal jayegi
na jana tu bihar u.p goli chal jayegi
na jana tu bihar u.p goli chal jayegi
na jana tu bihar u.p goli chal jayegi

To Punjab I'll journey, to Gujarat I'll roam,
To Maharashtra, Bengal, I'll find my home.
Everywhere I'll wander, beneath sun and star,
But to *that* place, I shall never go, no matter how far.
Oh, then, fair maiden, tell me, where will you stray?

My burgeoning youth, it steals their sleep away,
My burgeoning youth, it steals their sleep away.
To Bihar, UP, I will not dare to tread,
Where bullets fly, and life is often dead.
My burgeoning youth, it steals their sleep away,
My burgeoning youth, it steals their sleep away.
To Bihar, UP, I will not dare to tread,
Where bullets fly, and life is often dead.

My lehenga, a vision, my blouse, a work of art,
Intoxicated by youth, a fire in my heart.
My cheeks, flushed crimson, sixteen years I've known,
This youth, a burden, my fate now overgrown.
This blooming age, it will surely cause a fray,
This blooming age, it will surely cause a fray.
To Bihar, UP, I will not dare to tread,
Where bullets fly, and life is often dead.

Upon my fair skin, a youthful bloom does gleam,
My glances, intoxicating, a dangerous dream.
Men's intentions, tainted, with wicked desire,
To whom shall I answer, consumed by the fire?
To Gorakhpur, I will not go, nor Kangur's hold,
Nor Muzaffarpur, nor to Hajipur, so bold.
Where knives may flash, and blades will surely fall,
Where knives may flash, and blades will surely fall.
To Bihar, UP, I will not dare to tread,
Where bullets fly, and life is often dead.
This youth of mine, it steals their sleep away,
This youth of mine, it steals their sleep away.
To Bihar, UP, I will not dare to tread,
Where bullets fly, and life is often dead.
To Bihar, UP, I will not dare to tread,
To Bihar, UP, I will not dare to tread,
To Bihar, UP, I will not dare to tread,
To Bihar, UP, I will not dare to tread,
To Bihar, UP, I will not dare to tread,
To Bihar, UP, I will not dare to tread,
To Bihar, UP, I will not dare to tread.