are nagri nagri halla mache
jab jab humra thumka lage
are nagri nagri halla mache
jab jab humra thumka lage
panva makhaiya wala sabko khilaunga hum aa haa
biraha nautanki wala sabko sunaunga hum are waah re waah
are lalla ya ho laali, jija ya ho saali
gaao re babua jhum ke
oye thum thumak thum thumka lage
are nagri nagri halla mache
jab jab humra thumka lage

shiv shambu nayara hai, nayara hai
manmoji pyara hai, pyara hai
are humra bhi jiyra ek banjara hai
are humra bhi jiyra ek banjara hai
aaj khushiyo ki kaliya khilayenge hum
cham cham nachenge sabko nachayenge hum
mauj ho masti chhane
he thum thumak thum thumka lage
are nagri nagri halla mache
jab jab humra thumka lage

mana mai bachha hu, bachha hu
buddhi ka kacha hu, kachha hu
are fir bhi main apne uncle sa sachha hu
are fir bhi main apne uncle sa sachha hu
tu hai humri is basti ka nur-e-najar
tohra dil hai o bachua parmeswar ka ghar
bol mithe hai tohre
he thum thumak thum thumka lage
are nagri nagri halla mache
jab jab humra thumka lage
panva makhaiya wala sabko khilaunga hum aa haa
biraha nautanki wala sabko sunaunga hum are waah re waah
are lalla ya ho laali, jija ya ho saali
gaao re babua jhum ke
oye thum thumak thum thumka lage
are nagri nagri halla mache
jab jab humra thumka lage
o babua jab jab humra thumka lage
o bachua jab jab humra thumka lage
o dekho jab jab humra thumka lage

The city stirs, a rumor spreads,
When my dance begins to sway.
The city stirs, a rumor spreads,
When my dance begins to play.

I’ll offer betel-leaf, a sweet delight,
And tales of love will fill the night.
Oh, what a joy! Oh, what a sight!
Come, children, sisters, brothers too,
Dance and sway, with hearts anew!
Oh, the rhythm's beat, a joyful sound,
The city stirs, as joy is found,
When my dance begins to sway.

Shiva's grace, a world apart,
Whimsical and close to heart.
My own soul, a wandering art,
My own soul, a wandering art.
Today, we bloom with laughter's grace,
Dance with me, in this happy space.
Let the joy and merriment flow!
Oh, the rhythm's beat, a joyful sound,
The city stirs, as joy is found,
When my dance begins to sway.

Though I'm young, a tender age,
Wisdom's path, I now engage.
Yet I'm true, like elders sage,
Yet I'm true, like elders sage.
You're the light of all I see,
Your heart, a temple, wild and free.
Sweet are your words, a gentle hum!
Oh, the rhythm's beat, a joyful sound,
The city stirs, as joy is found,
When my dance begins to sway.
I’ll offer betel-leaf, a sweet delight,
And tales of love will fill the night.
Oh, what a joy! Oh, what a sight!
Come, children, sisters, brothers too,
Dance and sway, with hearts anew!
Oh, the rhythm's beat, a joyful sound,
The city stirs, as joy is found,
When my dance begins to sway.
Oh, children, when my dance begins to play,
Oh, my darlings, when my dance begins to play,
Oh, see! When my dance begins to sway.