meri padosan haye meri padosan jawa ho gayi hai
gul se to wo gulishta ho gayi hai
wo dur se dekh kar muskuraye jab paas aaye to wo sharmaye
lagata hai mujh pe meharban ho gayi hai
mera padosi jawa ho gaya hai
jalim bada shaitan ho gaya hai
khidki se khidki se mujhko bulaye
bilkul dare na wo siti bajaye
meri maut ka saba ho gaya hai
meri padosan ho ho ho
mera padosi ho ho ho

jawani haye jawani khatana hi khatana
bana hu main shikari lage kaisa nishana
ise najdik lao karu main kya bahana
hua hun main diwana karega kya jamana
ye soch kar ek khat likh diya
ye dekh uska jawab aa gaya
is khat mein har baat ha ho gayi hai
meri padosan jawa ho gayi hai
mera padosi jawa ho gaya hai

kabhi kolar cadhaye kabhi kolar utare
kabhi aakae gali mein mujhe kankar se maare
kabhi wo chhat pe aake kre mujko ishare
kabhi gaye wo gana kabhi mujhko pukare
mujh se kahi mil akele mein aa
bajar chli aa tu mele mein aa
jina hi mushkil toba ho gaya hai
meri padosan jawa ho gayi hai
gul se wo to gulishta ho gayi hai
wo dur se dekh kar muskuraye jab paas aaye to wo sharmaye
lagata hai wo mujh pe meharban ho gayi hai
meri padosan jawa ho gayi hai
mera padosi jawa ho gaya hai
meri padosan jawa ho gayi hai
mera padosi jawa ho gaya hai

My neighbor, oh my neighbor, she blooms anew,
A rose, once a bud, now a garden's hue.
From afar, a smile, near, a blush untold,
It seems her heart, on me, has taken hold.

My neighbor, grown young, a rogue in his prime,
A devilish spirit, defying all time.
He calls from his window, a whistle's sharp plea,
Unfazed by the world, he taunts and sets free,
A harbinger of doom, a shadow's design.
My neighbor, oh, my neighbor...

Youth, oh youth, a tempest unleashed,
I, the hunter, now how to be appeased?
How to draw her near, what pretense to weave?
I've become a madman, what shall the world believe?
A letter I penned, with longing's soft sigh,
And from her, a response, beneath a bright sky.
In that letter, each word, a resounding "yes,"
My neighbor, in bloom, her beauty to bless.
My neighbor, grown young...

He adjusts his collar, then lowers it low,
Flings pebbles in the street, a playful show.
From the rooftop, he beckons, a glance, a command,
He sings me a song, with a touch of his hand,
He calls, "Meet me alone, come to the market's gleam,"
Living's become a struggle, life's just a dream.
My neighbor, in bloom, her beauty to bless.
A rose, once a bud, now a garden's hue.
From afar, a smile, near, a blush untold,
It seems her heart, on me, has taken hold.
My neighbor, in bloom, her beauty to bless.
My neighbor, grown young...
My neighbor, in bloom...
My neighbor, grown young...