shahar me dekha ek tamasha bich
sadak ek naar
shahar me dekha ek tamasha bich
sadak ek naar
saiya ke sang chali ghumne
bani gale ka haar
gale ka haar, gale ka haar
chali shahar ki naar ho chali shahar ki naar
chali shahar ki naar ho chali shahar ki naar

cigratte piti dhua udati
rail ka jaise bamba
are mardo jaise baal kate
bhai naar hui ya khamba
cigratte piti dhua udati
rail ka jaise bamba
are mardo jaise baal kate
bhai naar hui ya khamba
lal bahu ke gal gulabi
nain musafir maar
musafir maar, musafir maar
chali shahar ki naar ho chali shahar ki naar
chali shahar ki naar ho chali shahar ki naar

babu ko vo kahe darling, darling
kaha ki hai ye boli
babu ko vo kahe darling
kaha ki hai ye boli
lambh tadang kurta pehne
na ghunghat na choli, ram ram
lambh tadang kurta pehne
na ghunghat na choli
maal to desi chaal bidesi
samajh na aaye yar na aaye yar
na aaye yar
chali shahar ki naar ho chali shahar ki naar
chali shahar ki naar ho chali shahar ki naar

buri hai kya fir yaro
apne ramlal ki maa bholi bhali
sidhi sadhi sada kare ji ha
buri hai kya fir yaro
apne ramlal ki maa bholi bhali
sidhi sadhi sada kare ji ha
are bache pale choka deke
kare balam sang pyar
balam sang pyar, balam sang pyar
chali shahar ki naar ho chali shahar ki naar

In the city's heart, a spectacle unfolds,
A woman's path, the street her stage.
With her love, she wanders, bold,
A necklace worn, a gilded cage.
A necklace worn, a shining prize,
The city's woman, before our eyes.
The city's woman, under the skies.

Smoking, exhaling clouds of gray,
A train's relentless, rumbling blast.
Hair like men, in disarray,
Is she woman, or a pillar fast?
Smoking, exhaling clouds of gray,
A train's relentless, rumbling blast.
Hair like men, in disarray,
Is she woman, or a pillar fast?
Her cheeks, a rose, a vibrant hue,
Eyes that wander, pierce and snare.
That pierce and snare, forever new,
The city's woman, beyond compare.
The city's woman, beyond compare.

"Darling," she calls, a foreign plea,
Where does this language find its root?
"Darling," she calls, wild and free,
No veil, no blouse, no silent suit.
Long kurta worn, a flowing guise,
No veil, no blouse, beneath her skies.
Her essence, native, moves with art,
Her steps are foreign, tear apart.
A mystery remains, to tear apart.
The city's woman, a beating heart.
The city's woman, a beating heart.

Is she wrong, then, this urban light?
Like Ramlal's mother, pure of soul,
Gentle, humble, day and night?
Always saying, "Yes, make me whole."
Is she wrong, then, this urban light?
Like Ramlal's mother, pure of soul,
Gentle, humble, day and night?
Always saying, "Yes, make me whole."
She raises children, gives them grace,
And loves her husband, in embrace.
In love's embrace, in love's sweet space.
The city's woman, finds her place.
The city's woman, finds her place.