wo aaj apni mahfil me aaye hue hai
jo kotho ki ronak badhye hue hai
jo kotho ki ronak badhye hue hai
jo dukan apni sajaye hue hai
gali or kuche basaye hue hai
wo aaj apni mahfil me aaye hue hai

jo ghunghru ki payal ki jhankar lekar
kuch inkar lekar kuch karar lekar
jara saudabaji ki takrar lekar
nigaho me bijli chupaye hue hai
wo aaj apni mahfil me aaye hue hai

hai apna banane ke andaz sare
ye kesu ye chitwan adaye ishare
mila jo bhi usse kaha hai tumhare
are ye dhokha hai jo hum bhi khaye hue hai
wo aaj apni mahfil me aaye hue hai

ye kotho ki malika ye kucho ki rani
ye bazar ke manchalo ki jawani
ye kotho ki malika ye kucho ki rani
ye bazar ke manchalo ki jawani
ye aashik mizazo ki rangin kahani
are sitam sari dunia pe dhaye hue hai
wo aaj apni mahfil me aaye hue hai

They grace our gathering tonight,
She, who brightens every stage,
Whose presence fills the space.
They, who have adorned their shop,
And built the byways, the narrow lanes,
They grace our gathering tonight.

With the tinkling of anklets, a melody,
Bearing both denial and embrace,
A touch of bargaining, a heated plea,
Hiding lightning in her gaze,
They grace our gathering tonight.

With all the art of seduction,
These tresses, these glances, gestures, hints,
Whatever met, where is it truly yours?
Alas, this deception we also taste,
They grace our gathering tonight.

The queen of the brothel, the darling of the lanes,
The youth of the market's restless hearts,
The queen of the brothel, the darling of the lanes,
The youth of the market's restless hearts,
A vibrant tale for the lovers of heart,
Upon the world, cruel havoc she's wreaked,
They grace our gathering tonight.