are jaha jahan main pahuch gayi
are jaha jahan main pahuch gayi
waha waha musibat aa hi gayi
gayi thi main milne to kai albele
are naye naye chhore daal rahe the mujhpe dore
par chhanki jo meri payal dekha to
sat mare aur satrah ghaayal
sat mare aur satrah ghaayal
ek do tin chaar paanch
chh sat
sat mare aur satrah ghaayal
sat mare aur satrah ghaayal

ek din gayi thi main
ek din gayi thi main
dilli ke bajaar me
ek din gayi thi main
dilli ke bajaar me
saari dilli kahne lagi
oye soniyo oye makhno
lut gaye tuaade pyar me
lut gaye tuaade pyar me
koi kahe chal tu mere naal
koi kahe chal tu mere naal
koi kahe dekh tu mera haal
koi kahe karle mera khyaal
ni hun galla vich na taal
par uda jo
par uda jo mera aanchal dikha to
sat mare aur satrah ghaayal
sat mare aur satrah ghaayal
ek do tin chaar paanch
chh sat
sat mare aur satrah ghaayal
sat mare aur satrah ghaayal

ek din gujri thi
ek din gujri thi
jambal ki ghaati se
ek din gujri thi
jambal ki ghaati se
sare daaku kahne lage
oye ruk ja oye thahar ja
maar denge laathi se
maar denge laathi se
koi banduk dikhaye
koi banduk dikhaye
koi muchhe chadhaye koi mujhko daraye
koi ankhiya dikhaye
par chamka jo
par chamka jo mera kaajal to dekha
to sat mare aur satrah ghaayal
sat mare aur satrah ghaayal
ek do tin chaar paanch
chh sat
sat mare aur satrah ghaayal
sat mare aur satrah ghaayal

Wherever I wandered,
Wherever I roamed,
Trouble always bloomed.

I sought sweet encounters,
with fresh-faced boys,
who cast their longing glances.
But when my anklets chimed,
seven fell, seventeen wounded,
seven fallen, seventeen wounded.
One, two, three, four, five, six, seven,
seven fallen, seventeen wounded,
seven fallen, seventeen wounded.

One day I went,
one day I went,
to Delhi's bustling markets.
One day I went,
to Delhi's bustling markets.
All of Delhi cried,
"Oh, beautiful one, oh, butter-soft one,
we are lost in your love."
"We are lost in your love."
One begged, "Come with me,"
one begged, "Come with me,"
one showed his plight,
one pleaded for my care,
"Don't delay, don't stall,"
but when my veil lifted,
seven fell, seventeen wounded,
seven fallen, seventeen wounded.
One, two, three, four, five, six, seven,
seven fallen, seventeen wounded,
seven fallen, seventeen wounded.

One day I passed,
one day I passed,
through Chambal's valley.
One day I passed,
through Chambal's valley.
All the dacoits cried,
"Stop there, halt there!"
Threats of sticks, threats of sticks,
one brandished a gun, one brandished a gun,
one puffed his mustache, one tried to scare,
one glared at me. But when my kohl gleamed,
seven fell, seventeen wounded,
seven fallen, seventeen wounded.
One, two, three, four, five, six, seven,
seven fallen, seventeen wounded,
seven fallen, seventeen wounded.