teri galiyo me hum aaye
teri galiyo me hum aaye
ho teri galiyo me hum aaye
teri galiyo me hum aaye
dil ye armano bhara laye
ham pe ho jaye karam haye jo tera
apni kismat bhi sawar jaye jara
teri galiyo me hum aaye
teri galiyo me hum aaye
dil ye armano bhara laye
hampe ho jaye karam haye jo tera
apni kismat bhi sawar jaye jara
teri galiyo me hum aaye

jindagi teri baharo me muskaye sada
tere daman ko na chu paye gum ki hawa
jindagi teri baharo me muskaye sada
tere daman ko na chu paye gum ki hawa
hum garibo ki lage tujhko dua
teri galiyo me hum aaye teri galiyo me hum aaye
dil ye armano bhara laye
hampe ho jaye karam haye jo tera
apni kismat bhi sawar jaye jara
teri galiyo me hum aaye

hamko shikwa hai kisi se na hame koi gila
jo na de uska bhala jo de uska bhala
hamko shikwa hai kisi se na hame koi gila
jo na de uska bhala jo de uska bhala
jisne jo chaha kaha usko mila
teri galiyo me hum aaye teri galiyo me hum aaye
dil ye armano bhara laye
hampe ho jaye karam haye jo tera
apni kismat bhi sawar jaye jara
teri galiyo me hum aaye

jaise majbur hai hum koi majbur na ho
kisi ke man ka mahal aise chur na ho
jaise majbur hai hum koi majbur na ho
kisi ke man ka mahal aise chur na ho
aise khushio se koi dur na ho
teri galiyo me hum aaye teri galiyo me hum aaye
dil ye armano bhara laye
hampe ho jaye karam haye jo tera
apni kismat bhi sawar jaye jara
teri galiyo me hum aaye

Through your lanes, our souls now tread,
Through your lanes, where longings are bred.
To your lanes, our spirits are led,
Through your lanes, our heart is fed.
With dreams, our hearts are now fraught,
May your grace, on us, be caught.
May fortunes bloom, anew, be wrought,
Through your lanes, where love is sought.

May your life in springtime reside,
Never a sorrow, to your side.
May your life in springtime reside,
Never a sorrow, to your side.
From the poor, may blessings be tied,
Through your lanes, where hopes now glide,
With dreams, our hearts open wide.
May your grace, on us, be our guide,
May fortunes bloom, anew, reside,
Through your lanes, where souls confide.

No complaint, no grievance we hold,
May those who withhold, find warmth untold.
No complaint, no grievance we hold,
May those who withhold, find warmth untold.
What each desires, a story unfolds,
Through your lanes, our spirits unfold,
With dreams, our hearts now controlled.
May your grace, our lives uphold,
May fortunes bloom, as tales are sold,
Through your lanes, our spirits are bold.

As we are bound, let none be so,
May no heart's palace, ever fall low.
As we are bound, let none be so,
May no heart's palace, ever fall low.
From joys, let no soul ever go,
Through your lanes, where spirits flow,
With dreams, our hearts begin to grow,
May your grace, let our spirits know,
May fortunes bloom, and ever glow,
Through your lanes, our spirits will sow.