sadke teri chaal ke
sadke teri chaal ke kajra vajra daal ke
jane vali aanaa kabhi yaro ki gali
o jadugar bangal ke aashiq nainital ke
raste na aaun tere aisi hi bhali
are sadke teri chaal ke

o chalte isharo se dil kyo lubhaya tune
aankho hi aankho me pyar jatayaa tune
chhed ke mere dil ko pahle jagayaa tune
bate bana ke jhuthi mujhko jalayaa tune
nakhare hai qamaal ke duniyaa dekh-bhaal ke
jane vali aanaa kabhi yaaro ki gali
are sadke teri chaal ke kajra vajra daal ke
jane vali aanaa kabhi yaro ki gali
o jadugar bangal ke aashiq nainital ke
raste na aaun tere aisi hi bhali
oye sadke teri chaal ke

chhodo ji pahli bate ab dil ki maan jaao
mai hu purana aashiq mujhko pahchan jaao
mardo ki jaat badi vaisi hai jaan gaye
kadke ho mister jani tumko pahchan gaye
are ghate nahi maal ke raja hai is saal ke
jane vali aanaa kabhi yaaro ki gali
sadke teri chaal ke kajra vajra daal ke
jane vali aanaa kabhi yaro ki gali
o jadugar bangal ke aashiq nainital ke
raste na aaun tere aisi hi bhali
are sadke teri chaal ke

Your gait, a sacrifice to its sway,
With kohl-lined eyes, you steal the day.
Come, traveler, to the friends' lane,
Oh, sorceress of Bengal, lover of Nainital's rain,
May your path be ever apart from mine,
Your gait, a sacrifice divine.

With glances, why did you steal my heart?
Through eyes alone, you played your part.
You stirred my soul, then woke the fire,
With false words, you stoked my pyre.
Caprices of delight, the world beholds,
Come, traveler, to the friends' lane, as the story unfolds.
Your gait, a sacrifice to its sway,
With kohl-lined eyes, you steal the day.
Come, traveler, to the friends' lane,
Oh, sorceress of Bengal, lover of Nainital's rain,
May your path be ever apart from mine,
Your gait, a sacrifice divine.

Forget the past, now heed my plea,
Embrace the heart, and recognize me.
Men's words are grand, as you well know,
Mr. Jani, your game, we now bestow.
No loss, this year's king is he,
Come, traveler, to the friends' lane, and agree.
Your gait, a sacrifice to its sway,
With kohl-lined eyes, you steal the day.
Come, traveler, to the friends' lane,
Oh, sorceress of Bengal, lover of Nainital's rain,
May your path be ever apart from mine,
Your gait, a sacrifice divine.