isi shahar ki kisi gali me
isi shahar ki kisi gali me piya ka ghar hai
mujhe yaki hai mujhe pata hai mujhe khabar hai
ho mera diwana mera parwana
mera mastana hai kahi na kahi
magar ye nahi magar ye nahi
ye nahi ye nahi ye nahi ye nahi

milkar nigahe bhate surkh bahe
kahe aye hasina haye muskil hai jina
kahe aye hasina hua ek mahina
nahi nind aayi haye teri duhai
mai tera hu saudayi wo kaisa ho wo kaisa wo
un jaisa ho khubsurat hasi
magar ye nahi magar ye nahi
ye nahi ye nahi ye nahi ye nahi

aji chand jaise sitaro me
wo ho ek lakho hazaro me
samjh lo najar ka ishara ye
nigaho me ubhra najara ye
ye natak hai kaisa karo farz hai aisa
kahi mai akeli ja rahi hu
andheri hain raatein mai ghabra rahi hu
achanak maine dekha koi chor daku koi lutera
mere raste me khada hai khatarnak manzar bada hai
bhaga kar yu ghoda mera hero dauda
chale khub ghuse chale khub ghuse
lutere ke muh se lage khun bahne
to socha ye maine bhai
waah waah waah waah kya kehne
o mera dil jani mai diwani
jiski rani hai yahi yahi yahi
magar ye nahi magar ye nahi
ye nahi ye nahi ye nahi ye nahi

isi shahar ki kisi gali me piya ka ghar hai
piya ka ghar hai
mujhe yaki hai mujhe pata hai mujhe khabar hai
ho mera diwana mera parwana
mera mastana hai kahi na kahi

In a city's veiled lane,
My Beloved's dwelling remains.
I trust, I know, the whispers tell,
My madman, my moth, where shadows dwell,
My ecstatic one, somewhere near,
But not this, no, never here,
Not this, not this, not this, not here.

Gazing eyes, crimson embrace,
Why come, oh beauty, life's hard pace?
Why come, my love, a month has flown,
No sleep I find, my heart is prone.
I am yours, in maddened plight,
How might he be, in dazzling light?
Of beauty born, a smiling face,
But not this, no, in this space,
Not this, not this, not this, not here.

Like stars in moonlit guise,
He dwells in a thousand skies,
Read the signal of the eye,
This vision, soaring high.
A play unfolds, a destined test,
Alone I wander, life's unrest.
Darkness descends, fear takes hold,
A shadow looms, a story told.
A thief, a robber, a villain's form,
Stands in my path, weathering the storm.
My hero charged, his spirit keen,
He fought and plunged, a violent scene,
From the robber's mouth, blood did stream,
I thought, then, of my dream,
Bravo! Bravo! What can I say?
Oh, my heart's beloved, I'm his sway,
His queen I am, here, here, here,
But not this, no, never here,
Not this, not this, not this, not here.

In a city's veiled lane,
My Beloved's dwelling remains.
My Beloved's dwelling remains.
I trust, I know, the whispers tell,
My madman, my moth, where shadows dwell,
My ecstatic one, somewhere near.