tere husn ka charcha ab to tere husn ka charcha ab to
hone laga hai gali gali koi tujhe namkin kahe aur
koi kahe misri ki dali teri jawani ka bhi charcha
ha teri jawani ka bhi charcha karti hai duniya gali gali
soch ke mera dil ghabaye mana ye hai baat badi
tere husn ka charcha ab to koi tujhe namkin kahe aur
koi kahe misri ki dali teri jawani ka bhi charcha
karti hai duniya gali gali soch ke mera dil ghabaye
mana ye hai baat badi

isse pahle chin le koi ho isse pahle chin le koi
tujhko mujhse shahjadi isse pahle chin le koi
tujhko mujhse shahjadi chal ham bhari kachari me
aa kar le apni shadi mali ka dil badal na jaye
are mali ka dil badal na jaye dekh ke apni khilti kali
koi tujhe namkin kahe aur
koi kahe misri ki dali teri jawani ka bhi charcha
karti hai duniya gali gali soch ke mera dil ghabaye
mana ye hai baat badi

sahra bandh ke aana sajna ho sahra bandh ke aana sajna
kah dungi mai babula se sahra bandh ke aana sajna
kah dungi mai babula se ye hai mere sapno ka raja
chaha ise maine dil se doli me bith laide babula
doli me bith laide babula mai to piya ke desh chali
tujhe namkin kahe aur aur koi kahe misri ki dali
tere husn ka charcha ab to tere husn ka charcha ab to
hone laga hai gali gali koi tujhe namkin kahe aur
koi kahe misri ki dali
teri jawani ka bhi charcha karti hai duniya gali gali
soch ke mera dil ghabaye mana ye hai baat badi

Your beauty's whisper, now a street-born song,
Each tongue a judge, where praises throng.
Some say you're salt, a savory delight,
Others, a sugar crystal, pure and bright.
Your youth, a tale the world now weaves,
In every lane, the gossip breathes.
My heart trembles at this gilded stage,
Though beauty's truth, I must engage.

Before a thief can steal your bloom,
My princess, from this sunlit room,
Let's seek the court, our vows to bind,
Before the gardener shifts his mind.
Lest he, beholding your unfolding grace,
Withholds your hand, from my embrace.
Some say you're salt, a savory delight,
Others, a sugar crystal, pure and bright.
Your youth, a tale the world now weaves,
In every lane, the gossip breathes.
My heart trembles at this gilded stage,
Though beauty's truth, I must engage.

Adorn your brow with a desert crown,
My love, and to my father, I'll bow down.
I'll whisper tales of my heart's desire,
This king of dreams, whose love sets fire.
My soul has chosen, with ardent plea,
"Bring her to me, in the wedding decree!"
In a palanquin, to my beloved's land,
I go, my destiny in his hand.
Some say you're salt, a savory delight,
Others, a sugar crystal, pure and bright.
Your beauty's whisper, now a street-born song,
Each tongue a judge, where praises throng.
Some say you're salt, a savory delight,
Others, a sugar crystal, pure and bright.
Your youth, a tale the world now weaves,
In every lane, the gossip breathes.
My heart trembles at this gilded stage,
Though beauty's truth, I must engage.