ye kuche, ye ha aaa, ghar dilkashi ke
ye kuche, ye nilaam ghar dilkashi ke
ye lutate hue kaaravaa zindagi ke
kaha hai, kaha hai muhafiz khudi ke
jinhe naaz hai hind par vo kaha hai
kaha hai, kaha hai, kaha hai

ye purpech galiya, ye badnaam bazaar
ye gumnaam raahi, ye sikko ki jhankaar
ye issmat ke saude, ye saudo pe takraar
jinhe naaz hai hind par vo kaha hai
kaha hai, kaha hai, kaha hai

ye sadiyo se bekhauf sahami si galiya
ye masali hui adhkhili zard kaliya
ye bikati hui khokhali rangraliya
jinhe naaz hai hind par vo kaha hai
kaha hai, kaha hai, kaha hai

vo ujle daricho me payal ki chhan chhan
thaki haari saanso pe table ki dhan dhan
vo ujle daricho me payal ki chhan chhan
thaki haari saanso pe table ki dhan dhan
ye beruh kamro me khaasi ki than than
jinhe naaz hai hind par vo kaha hai
kaha hai, kaha hai, kaha hai

ye phulo ke gajare, ye piko ke chhite
ye bebaak nazre, ye gustaakh fiqre
ye dhalke badan aur ye bimaar chehre
jinhe naaz hai hind par vo kaha hai
kaha hai, kaha hai, kaha hai

yaha pir bhi aa chuke hai, java bhi
tan-o-mand bete bhi, abbaa miya bhi
ye bivi bhi hai, ye bivi bhi hai,
aur bahan bhi, aur maa bhi
jinhe naaz hai hind par vo kaha hai
kaha hai, kaha hai, kaha hai

madad chahati hai ye havaa ki beti
yashodaa ki ham_jins radha ki beti
madad chahati hai ye havaa ki beti
yashodaa ki ham_jins radha ki beti
payambar ki ummat zulekhaa ki beti
jinhe naaz hai hind par vo kaha hai
kaha hai, kaha hai, kaha hai

zara mulk ke rahbaro ko bulaao
ye kuche ye galiya ye manzar dikhaao
jinhe naaz hai hind par unko laao
jinhe naaz hai hind par vo kaha hai
kaha hai, kaha hai, kaha hai

These lanes, these homes of allure,
These lanes where beauty's sold and poured,
These caravans of life, plundered,
Where are the guardians of self, assured?
Those proud of Hindustan, where are they?
Where are they, where are they, where are they?

These winding streets, a market's shame,
Lost travelers, the jingle of coin's claim,
These trafficked chastities, haggling's game,
Those proud…

These alleys, centuries of fear,
Crushed, half-bloomed, yellowing blooms appear,
These hollow revelries, sold so dear,
Those proud…

In bright windows, anklets' chime,
On weary breaths, the tabla's rhyme,
In soulless rooms, a cough's harsh clime,
Those proud…

These flower garlands, the stains of betel,
Bold glances, reckless words they tell,
Fallen bodies, faces that dwell,
Those proud…

Here, elders have come, and the young as well,
Tired sons, and fathers who fell,
Wives and sisters, mothers who dwell,
Those proud…

The daughter of the wind seeks aid,
Yashoda's kin, Radha's cascade,
The daughter of the wind seeks aid,
Yashoda's kin, Radha's betrayed,
The Prophet's ummah, Zulekha's shade,
Those proud…

Call forth the leaders of this land,
Show them these lanes, these streets, this strand,
Bring those proud of Hindustan's command,
Those proud of Hindustan, where are they?
Where are they, where are they, where are they?