pukarta chala hun main
gali gali bahar ki
bas ek chhaon julf ki
bas ek nigha pyar ki
pukarta chala hun main
gali gali bahar ki
bas ek chhaon julf ki
bas ek nigha pyar ki
pukarta chala hun main

ye dillagi ye shokhiya sharb ki
yahi to baat ho rahi hai kaam ki
koi to mudke dekh le naa istarh
koi nazer to hogi mere naam ki
pukarta chala hun main
gali gali bahar ki
bas ek chhaon julf ki
bas ek nigha pyar ki
pukarta chala hun main

suni meri sada kis yakeen se
ghata utar ke aa gai zamani pe
rahi yahi lagan a dile jawa
asar bhi wo rahe ga ek haseen pe
pukarta chala hun main
gali gali bahar ki
bas ek chhaon julf ki
bas ek nigha pyar ki
pukarta chala hun main

pukarta chala hun main
gali gali bahar ki
bas ek chhaon julf ki
bas ek nigha pyar ki
pukarta chala hun main

I wander, calling out,
through streets of blossoming Spring,
for a lock of hair's cool shade,
a single, loving gaze.
I wander, calling out,
through streets of blossoming Spring,
for a lock of hair's cool shade,
a single, loving gaze.
I wander, calling out.

This playful flirtation, wine's sweet fire,
this, the heart's true, urgent plea.
That someone might just turn and see,
a glance, a name, meant just for me.
I wander, calling out,
through streets of blossoming Spring,
for a lock of hair's cool shade,
a single, loving gaze.
I wander, calling out.

Heard my call, with such belief,
clouds descended, kissed the earth.
If such longing still remains, O youthful heart,
a beautiful one will feel the worth.
I wander, calling out,
through streets of blossoming Spring,
for a lock of hair's cool shade,
a single, loving gaze.
I wander, calling out.

I wander, calling out,
through streets of blossoming Spring,
for a lock of hair's cool shade,
a single, loving gaze.
I wander, calling out.