gali koi apni, na shehar apna koi
kaha din bitaate, kaha raat karte
gali koi apni, na shehar apna koi
kaha din bitaate, kaha raat karte
na milta agar maikada to bataao
kaha zindagi se mulaakaat karte
gali koi apni, na shehar apna koi
kaha din bitaate, kaha raat karte

masaail the kuch is kadar zindagi ke
masaail the kuch is kadar zindagi ke
kabhi zakhm bhi gin nahi paaye apne
kabhi zakhm bhi gin nahi paaye apne
tamanna thi apne se milte kisi din
kabhi khud se bhi do ghadi baat karte
gali koi apni, na shehar apna koi
kaha din bitaate, kaha raat karte

hui khair nikle jo, dairo haram se
hui khair nikle jo, dairo haram se
thikana diya maikade ki gali ne
thikana diya maikade ki gali ne
kaha jaake hum kaatate dhoop ke din
kaha khatam hum apni barasaat karte
gali koi apni, na shehar apna koi
kaha din bitaate, kaha raat karte

uthaye huye bhoj sa, dil pe koi
uthaye huye bhoj sa, dil pe koi
bhatakte rahe shehar ki bhid mein hum
bhatakte rahe shehar ki bhid mein hum
yaha kaun apna tha apne alawa
jafar kisse izhaare haalat karte
na milta agar maikada to bataao
kaha zindagi se mulaakaat karte
gali koi apni, na shehar apna koi
kaha din bitaate, kaha raat karte
kaha din bitaate, kaha raat karte
kaha din bitaate, kaha raat karte

No home to claim, no city to call mine,
Where do we spend our days, and where recline?
No home to claim, no city to call mine,
Where do we spend our days, and where recline?
If not for the tavern, a haven of grace,
Tell me, where would we meet life’s embrace?
No home to claim, no city to call mine,
Where do we spend our days, and where recline?

Such burdens life bestowed, a heavy plight,
Such burdens life bestowed, obscuring light,
Our wounds, a countless legion, unseen,
Our wounds, a countless legion, unseen.
A longing to meet ourselves, a whispered plea,
If only for moments, to talk and to be.
No home to claim, no city to call mine,
Where do we spend our days, and where recline?

We were fortunate to escape temple walls,
We were fortunate to escape temple walls,
The tavern’s lane, a refuge we found,
The tavern’s lane, a refuge we found.
Where else could we shelter from sun’s harsh glare,
Where else would we end our rainy despair?
No home to claim, no city to call mine,
Where do we spend our days, and where recline?

A weight we carried, a sorrow concealed,
A weight we carried, a sorrow concealed,
Lost in the city, the crowds we did roam,
Lost in the city, the crowds we did roam.
Who was ours, save the self to confide?
Zafar, whom to share the depths we hide?
If not for the tavern, a haven of grace,
Tell me, where would we meet life’s embrace?
No home to claim, no city to call mine,
Where do we spend our days, and where recline?
Where do we spend our days, and where recline?
Where do we spend our days, and where recline?