hazaro aafte lekar kisi buth par sabab aaya
jo aaya bhi to yu aaya ke jalim behisab aaya
ye shor hai gali gali
ye shor hai gali gali ke wo jawan ho chali
ye shor hai gali gali ke wo jawan ho chali

najar me ek saurur hai ada nashe me chur hai
ye kah rahi hai sokhiya ke bat kuch jarur hai
yuhi nahi idhar udhar machi hui ye khalbali
ye shor hai gali gali ke wo jawan ho chali

wo mastiya bikherti najar najar ko gherti
yaha waha kaha kaha nigahe naaz ferti
dilo ko lutti hui chali wo manchali manchali
ye shor hai gali gali ke wo jawan ho chali

hasin hai jawan hai kisi ke dil ki jaan hai
wo kon khusnasib hai ye jispe meharban hai
jidhar se wo gujar gayi mahak uthi kali kali
ye shor hai gali gali ke wo jawan ho chali

A thousand storms, on a sculpted form, youth descends,
A tyrant's arrival, endless, without amends.
This echoing clamor, through every street it spills,
A youthful spirit, with awakening thrills.

A gaze of rapture, movements drunk with grace,
Her vivacious whispers, a secret to embrace.
No idle commotion, no purposeless plea,
This echoing clamor, she's young, wild, and free.

She scatters enchantment, ensnaring every eye,
Where and when and everywhere, her glances fly.
Robbing hearts with mischief, playful and bold,
This echoing clamor, a story to be told.

Beautiful, youthful, a lover's very soul,
Who is the fortunate one, on whom grace will unroll?
Where she treads, the air perfumes, each petal alight,
This echoing clamor, a radiant, youthful sight.