ishq ki luto bahar rupe jawani ke din char
chug gayi chidiya jo khet phir pachhtaoge
chug gayi chidiya jo khet phir pachhtaoge
ishq ki luto bahar rupe jawani ke din char
chug gayi chidiya jo khet phir pachhtaoge
arey chug gayi chidiya jo khet phir pachhtaoge

chadta joban rabba ban gayi rogan rabba
chadta joban rabba ban gayi rogan rabba
jalta hai sara badan kab hoga milan
jalta hai sara badan kab hoga milan
ishq ki luto bahar rupe jawani ke din char
chug gayi chidiya jo khet phir pachhtaoge
chug gayi chidiya jo khet phir pachhtaoge

aaiko chunari dhali aaiko mai uad chali
aaiko chunari dhali aaiko mai uad chali
socha to sharmai payaliya man ki baji
socha to sharmai payaliya man ki baji
ishq ki luto bahar rupe jawani ke din char
chug gayi chidiya jo khet phir pachhtaoge
chug gayi chidiya jo khet phir pachhtaoge

dil hai jab tak jawa insa tab tak jawan
dil hai jab tak jawa insa tab tak jawan
chahat me hoti hai sima umar ki kaha
chahat me hoti hai sima umar ki kaha
ishq ki luto bahar rupe jawani ke din char
chug gayi chidiya jo khet phir pachhtaoge
chug gayi chidiya jo khet phir pachhtaoge

Feast on love, its springtime bloom, for youth's brief run,
Before the birds have pecked the field, and all is done.
Before the birds have pecked the field, and you're undone.
Feast on love, its springtime bloom, for youth's brief run,
Before the birds have pecked the field, and all is done.
Oh, before the birds have pecked the field, and you're undone.

As youth ascends, a fevered fire, a body's ache,
As youth ascends, a fevered fire, a body's ache,
The whole form burns, yearning's torment, when will we meet?
The whole form burns, yearning's torment, when will we meet?
Feast on love, its springtime bloom, for youth's brief run,
Before the birds have pecked the field, and all is done.
Before the birds have pecked the field, and you're undone.

My veil descends, I take to flight, my soul takes wing,
My veil descends, I take to flight, my soul takes wing,
Thought shy, my anklets chime, heart's melody.
Thought shy, my anklets chime, heart's melody.
Feast on love, its springtime bloom, for youth's brief run,
Before the birds have pecked the field, and all is done.
Before the birds have pecked the field, and you're undone.

While heart is young, so is the soul, ever alive,
While heart is young, so is the soul, ever alive,
In love's desire, there is no boundary, no limit found,
In love's desire, there is no boundary, no limit found.
Feast on love, its springtime bloom, for youth's brief run,
Before the birds have pecked the field, and all is done.
Before the birds have pecked the field, and you're undone.