meri gali ke nukkad pe halwai ki hai dukan
ek din gayi mithai lene fas gayi meri jan
barfi malai kachori samosha
barfi malai kachori samosha
kuch bhi nahi maine khaya re fir kya khaya gori
rasgulla rasgulla khilaye ke mar gayo re
rasgulla khilaye ke mar gayo re
rasgulla khilaye ke mar gayo re ha rasgulla

naye cinema hall me koi picture lagi thi nayi
ghar walo se chupke akeli film dekhne gayi
hua jab andhera chua hath mera
baho me kisne ghera mai jan na payi
mai shor kya machati kya chikhti chalati
kisko waha bulati kuch soch na pai
batti jali to are wo tha bagal me
batti jali to are wo tha bagal me
jane kaha se wo aaya re rasgulla
rasgulla khilaye ke mar gayo re
rasgulla khilaye ke mar gayo re ha rasgulla

aage piche agal bagal na dekhe upar niche
jaha bhi dekhe julmi mujhko pad jaye mere
piche mai chat pe thi soyi nindiya me thi khoi
waha aaya koi pakad li razai
usne jagaya gale se lagaya
nasha aisa chaya kuch bol na payi
nindiya uda ke batiya banake
nindiya uda ke batiya banake
sari rat mujhko jagaya re oye fir ki hoya soniyo
rasgulla rasgulla khilaye ke mar gayo re
rasgulla khilaye ke mar gayo re
kangna na chudi bichua na chaila
saste me sauda pataya re
rasgulla khilaye ke mar gayo re
rasgulla khilaye ke mar gayo re

At the corner of my lane, a confectioner's stand,
One day, to buy sweets, my soul was ensnared, unplanned.
Barfi, malai, kachori, samosa,
Barfi, malai, kachori, samosa.
Nothing of these did I taste, tell me, fair maiden, what then?
Rasgulla, rasgulla, he fed, and he struck me down again.
Rasgulla, rasgulla, he fed, and he struck me down again.
Rasgulla, rasgulla, he fed, yes, rasgulla.

In the new cinema hall, a fresh film began,
Secretly from my kin, alone, I went, a fan.
When darkness fell, a hand touched mine,
Who embraced me, in whose arms, I couldn't define.
How could I cry out, how scream and wail,
Whom could I summon, my thoughts did fail.
The lights came on, and he was beside me,
The lights came on, and he was beside me,
From where he came, the rasgulla.
Rasgulla, rasgulla, he fed, and he struck me down again.
Rasgulla, rasgulla, he fed, yes, rasgulla.

Forward, backward, left, right, up, and down,
Wherever I looked, the tyrant, he’d pounce in my town.
On the roof, I slept, lost in slumber deep,
Someone came, and my wrist did he keep.
He awoke me, embraced me with might,
Such intoxication, I couldn’t speak a word that night.
Stealing my sleep, creating talks so fine,
Stealing my sleep, creating talks so fine,
All night he kept me awake. O, what happened then, my dear?
Rasgulla, rasgulla, he fed, and he struck me down again.
Rasgulla, rasgulla, he fed, and he struck me down again.
No bangles, no anklets, no trinkets to appease,
A cheap bargain he made, oh what a tease.
Rasgulla, rasgulla, he fed, and he struck me down again.
Rasgulla, rasgulla, he fed, and he struck me down again.