ho ghadi ghadi mile ek ladki
ho pyaari pyaari bholi bhaali ladki
are ustaad chacha ladki ke chakkar me hain
ha ghadi ghadi mile ek ladki
ho pyaari pyaari bholi bhaali ladki
ho puchho na mujhse yaaro kahaa kaise mili wo
na mili koi kabhi mujhe jaise mili wo
hirani si aankho waali ladki
kaale kaale baalo waali ladaki
ho ghadi ghadi mile ek ladki

kya main kahu tumse kaisi hai wo
maadhuri hai kabhi shridevi hai wo
ho ye nahi umr hai jhuk gai kamar hai
uspe karam kar kuchh to sharm kar
ho jab bhi main dekhu use, jab bhi main dekhu use
lage mujhe ghar ki
ghadi ghadi mile ek ladki
pyaari pyaari bholi bhaali ladaki
ho ghadi ghadi mile ek ladki

leke use baaho me jhum lu main
dil to kare ki use chum lu main
ye buddha kyaa bol raha hai yaar
ha ha leke use baaho me jhum lu main
dil to kare ki use chum lu main
ho kaam se gaya tu, sathiyaa gaya hai
ye tune kaha kya, ha kya tujhe pata hai
wo meri apani hi hai, wo meri apani hi hai
lete kyu ho firaki
wo meri apani hi hai, lete kyu ho firaki
ho ghadi ghadi mile ek ladki
ho bholi bhaali ladki
ho ghadi ghadi pyaari pyaari mile ek ladki
ho bholi bhaali pyaar pyaari ladaki

A girl appears, each passing hour,
A sweet girl, innocent as a flower.
Oh, Master, entangled in her grace,
Yes, a girl appears, in time and space.
A sweet girl, with an untouched face.

Ask not, my friends, where or how we met,
No other love has ever reached me yet.
With eyes of a doe, so gentle and deep,
With hair the color of secrets to keep,
A girl appears, each hour I meet.

How can I tell you, what she truly is?
A sweetness like Madhuri, a divine bliss.
But age has crept, your back is bent low,
Have mercy, man, some shame you must show.
Whenever I gaze, whenever I gaze,
It feels like home, you know.
A girl appears, each passing hour,
A sweet girl, innocent as a flower.
A girl appears, each passing hour.

To hold her close, within my arms I sway,
My heart desires to kiss her in the day.
What is this old man saying, oh my!
Yes, to hold her close, within my arms I sway,
My heart desires to kiss her in the day.
You're lost, old fool, your mind's gone astray,
What have you said, do you know what you say?
She is mine, truly mine, she is mine,
Why then the jibes you make?
She is mine, truly mine, why the jibes you make?
A girl appears, each passing hour,
Oh, an innocent, sweet flower.
A girl appears, each hour I meet,
Oh, innocent, sweet, my heart's retreat.