ham hai mata-e-kucha-o-bazar ki tarah
ham hai mata-e-kucha-o-bazar ki tarah
uthati hai har nigah kharidar ki tarah
uthati hai har nigah kharidar ki tarah
ham hai mata-e-kucha-o-bazar ki tarah

vo to kahi hai aur magar dil ke as pas
vo to kahi hai aur magar dil ke as pas
dil ke as pas
phirati hai koi shah nigah-e-yar ki tarah
phirati hai koi shah nigah-e-yar ki tarah
ham hai mata-e-kucha-o-bazar ki tarah

majaruh likh rahe hai vo ahal-e-vafa ka nam
majaruh likh rahe hai vo ahal-e-vafa ka nam
ahal-e-vafa ka nam
ham bhi khade hue hai gunahagar ki tarah
ham hai mata-e-kucha-o-bazar ki tarah
uthati hai har nigah kharidar ki tarah
ham hai mata-e-kucha-o-bazar ki tarah

We are the wares of lane and mart,
Offered, viewed, by eyes that start,
Each glance a buyer's keen desire,
We are the wares, consumed by fire.

Though far they roam, their essence near,
Closer than breath, dispelling fear,
A phantom stirs, a lover's gaze,
We are the wares in life's maze.

Majrooh pens the faithful's plea,
Their names inscribe for all to see,
And we stand here, in shadowed shame,
We are the wares, a whispered name,
Each glance a buyer's hungry claim,
We are the wares, a burning flame.