meri haveli ki kachchi umar hai
kachchi umar pe sabki najar hai
meri haveli ki kachchi umar hai
kachchi umar pe sabki najar hai
uddham machega bareli me
mat maaro mat maaro
mat maaro tamancha haveli me
mat maaro tamancha haveli me
mat maaro tamancha haveli me
mat maaro tamancha haveli me

pakki pakki ambiya hari hari
dekhe saari duniya dari dari
nayi bagiya hai kada pehra hai
chori ka din hai yaha
bagiya ke andar jo bhi kali hai
chaaron taraf se kaanton bhari hai
kaanta lagega hatheli me
mat maaro mat maaro
mat maaro tamancha haveli me
mat maaro tamancha haveli me
mat maaro tamancha haveli me
mat maaro tamancha haveli me

saans chale tan me chadhi chadhi
neend meri toote ghadi ghadi
yaha bhaiya hai waha maiya hai
jau main bachke kaha
saans chale tan me chadhi chadhi
neend meri toote ghadi ghadi
yaha bhaiya hai waha maiya hai
jau main bachke kaha
badal ka pani re aangan bhigoye
bechain manwa re jaage na soye
chatki hai kaliya chameli me
mat maaro mat maaro
mat maaro tamancha haveli me
mat maaro tamancha haveli me
mat maaro tamancha haveli me
mat maaro tamancha haveli me
mat maaro tamancha haveli me
mat maaro tamancha haveli me

My dwelling, a tender age it knows,
And upon its youth, a watchful gaze bestows.
My dwelling, a tender age it keeps,
And on its innocence, a darkness creeps.
Riot's whisper, in Bareilly's heart,
Do not fire, do not tear apart.
Do not fire the gun, within these walls,
Do not fire the gun, where beauty calls.
Do not fire the gun, let peace prevail,
Do not fire the gun, before my frail.

Ripened mangoes, green and bright,
Seen by a world, consumed by fright.
A fresh garden, guarded, deep,
Where thievery thrives, while others sleep.
Within the garden, a tender bud,
Surrounded by thorns, misunderstood.
A thorn will pierce, the gentle hand,
Do not fire, do not understand.
Do not fire the gun, within these walls,
Do not fire the gun, where beauty calls.
Do not fire the gun, let peace prevail,
Do not fire the gun, before my frail.

Breath ascends, within the frame,
Sleep is broken, in this game.
Brother stands, and mother too,
Where can I flee, what shall I do?
Breath ascends, within the frame,
Sleep is broken, in this game.
Brother stands, and mother too,
Where can I flee, what shall I do?
Cloud's tears fall, on the courtyard's ground,
Restless spirit, cannot be bound.
Jasmine's petals, start to crack,
Do not fire, do not turn back.
Do not fire the gun, within these walls,
Do not fire the gun, where beauty calls.
Do not fire the gun, let peace prevail,
Do not fire the gun, before my frail.
Do not fire the gun, let peace prevail,
Do not fire the gun, before my frail.