o meri pyari jalebi ras bhari
meri pyari jalebi ras bhari
are chokri halwai ki tokri mithai ki
o ladke sahri aam dashari
o ladke sahri aam dashari
chal chhod mera rashta ye maal nahi sasta
o meri pyari jalebi jalebi ras bhari
o meri pyari jalebi

tujhe garma garm khane me maja hai
thandi mili to kis kaam ki
ho mera babu tujhe kha jayega kacha
rah jayegi guthli aam ki are guthli kya kam hai
guthli me bada dam hai
ho meri pyari jalebi jalebi ras bhari
ho meri pyari jalebi

ari tu hai jalebi mai hu dashari
dono hai mithi jaat ke
ja pahle nale ke pani me muh dhoke aa
ke muh pe barh baje hai raat ke
ho aisa marungi chakka ja pahuchega kalkatta
o ladke sahri aam dashari
o ladke sahri aam dashari
chal chhod mera rashta ye maal nahi sasta
ho meri pyari jalebi jalebi ras bhari
ho meri pyari jalebi

rasgulle se gaal o rasgulle se gaal
teri cham cham si naak
teri aankhe hai ya kala jaam hai
mere sine me samai hai har mithai
fir kyu jalebi mera nam hai
ho tujhe muh me dabau or fuk fuk khau
ho meri pyari jalebi jalebi ras bhari
ho meri pyari jalebi
o ladke sahri aam dashari
o ladke sahri aam dashari
chal chhod mera rashta ye maal nahi sasta
o meri pyari jalebi jalebi ras bhari
o meri pyari jalebi

My sweet jalebi, syrup-soaked delight,
My sweet jalebi, bathed in sweet light,
Oh, maiden, from the halwai's sweet cart,
Oh, city boy, an Alphonso’s art,
Oh, city boy, a mango of the prime,
Leave my path, this treasure, not for climb.

My sweet jalebi, tasting rich and warm,
Cold, you're worthless, a fading form,
My father, he'd devour you whole and raw,
And leave behind the mango’s pit, a flaw.
What of the seed, the core, the stone?
Within the seed, a price is known!
My sweet jalebi, syrup-soaked delight,
My sweet jalebi, bathed in sweet light.

You are the jalebi, I, the mango’s grace,
Both sweet of lineage, in our sweet embrace.
Go wash your face in the gutter's flow,
Your face reflects the midnight’s show.
I’ll hit you hard, a six you'll feel,
And fly to Calcutta, your wounds to heal.
Oh, city boy, a mango of the prime,
Leave my path, this treasure, not for climb.
My sweet jalebi, syrup-soaked delight,
My sweet jalebi, bathed in sweet light.

Rosy cheeks, like rasgullas bright,
Your nose, like cham cham, gleams in light.
Your eyes, are they black plums’ sweet,
Within my heart, all sweets I meet,
Then why jalebi is my name?
I'll crush you in my mouth, consume the flame!
My sweet jalebi, syrup-soaked delight,
My sweet jalebi, bathed in sweet light,
Oh, city boy, a mango of the prime,
Leave my path, this treasure, not for climb.
My sweet jalebi, syrup-soaked delight,
My sweet jalebi, bathed in sweet light.