kutumb minar pe chadh kar ye duniya ko batana hai
ari ye duniya kallan apni sabnam ka
deewana hai deewana hai deewana hai

is dil me tumhari yaad aayi
is dil me tumhari yaad aayi
kabhi char baje kabhi panch baje
ho kabhi char baje ho kabhi panch baje
ho kabhi char baje ho kabhi panch baje
meri dil ki murgi chillayi
meri dil ki murgi chillayi
ho kabhi char baje ho kabhi panch baje
ho kabhi char baje ho kabhi panch baje
kabhi char baje kabhi panch baje

jugnu bankar tujhko dhundha
dilli ki andheri galiyo me
dilli ki andheri galiyo me
dilli wale ke bhawre to
badnaam bahut hai galiyo me
ho badnaam bahut hai galiyo me
tere ghar ghar hogi ruswayi
tere ghar ghar hogi ruswayi
ho kabhi char baje ho kabhi panch baje
ho kabhi char baje ho kabhi panch baje
kabhi char baje kabhi panch baje

tere chhar ki gathri sar pe liye
chandni chowk firte rahe haay firte rahe
tere aansu bankar bam bara
tere gore kadam par girte rahe haay girte rahe
hui ghanta ghar pe pitwayi hui ghanta ghar pe pitwayi
ho kabhi char baje ho kabhi panch baje
ho kabhi char baje ho kabhi panch baje
kabhi char baje kabhi panch baje

inkar na kar chlta tu mere
tujhe dilli ki sair karaunga
tujhe laal kila dikhlaunga
jantar mantar lejaunga
jahan makhiya mare halwayi
jahan makhiya mare halwayi
ho kabhi char baje ho kabhi panch baje
ho kabhi char baje ho kabhi panch baje
kabhi char baje kabhi panch baje

From Qutub Minar's peak, let the world now know,
O world, this Kallan, his Subnum's heart,
Is lost, consumed, a madness that will grow.

Within this heart, your memory arose,
Within this heart, your memory arose,
At four o'clock, then five, the mournful call,
At four o'clock, then five, the mournful call,
At four o'clock, then five, the mournful call,
My heart's own hen began her mournful wail,
My heart's own hen began her mournful wail,
At four o'clock, then five, the mournful call,
At four o'clock, then five, the mournful call,
At four o'clock, then five, the mournful call.

A firefly, searching for your trace,
Through Delhi's shadowed, winding, hidden ways,
Through Delhi's shadowed, winding, hidden ways,
The Delhi's buzzing, honeyed, darkened swarms,
Are cursed and known throughout these hidden days,
Are cursed and known throughout these hidden days,
Your name will echo shame in every home,
Your name will echo shame in every home,
At four o'clock, then five, the mournful call,
At four o'clock, then five, the mournful call,
At four o'clock, then five, the mournful call.

Your four burdens upon my head I bore,
Through Chandni Chowk, forever wandering,
Your tears, a storm, upon the ground would pour,
Upon your feet, forever suffering,
The bell tower's blows, the echoes in their wake,
The bell tower's blows, the echoes in their wake,
At four o'clock, then five, the mournful call,
At four o'clock, then five, the mournful call,
At four o'clock, then five, the mournful call.

Don't say no, come with me, do not delay,
I'll show you Delhi's wonders, full and grand,
I'll show you Red Fort, in its regal sway,
Then Jantar Mantar, in this mystic land,
Where flies are slain by bakers, day by day,
Where flies are slain by bakers, day by day,
At four o'clock, then five, the mournful call,
At four o'clock, then five, the mournful call,
At four o'clock, then five, the mournful call.