dekho logo ye kaisa zamana
sambhalo sambhalo hua main diwana
tan badan pe taang le vada
tan badan pe taang le vada
jane hasino ka kya hai irada
dekho logo ye kaisa zamana
sambhalo sambhalo hua main diwana
tan badan pe taang le vada
tan badan pe taang le vada
jane hasino ka kya hai irada

nayi zindagi ka naya rang dekho
nayi zindagi ka naya rang dekho
zamana dikhata hai ang ang dekho
na aanchal hai lamba na daman pushada
na aanchal hai lamba na daman pushada
dekho logo ye kaisa zamana
sambhalo sambhalo hua main diwana
tan badan pe taang le vada
tan badan pe taang le vada
jane hasino ka kya hai irada

badan pairhan me samata nahi hai
badan pairhan me samata nahi hai
chaman ab chaman me samata nahi hai
chhlakne laga hai surahi se vada
chhlakne laga hai surahi se vada
dekho logo ye kaisa zamana
sambhalo sambhalo hua main diwana
tan badan pe taang le vada
tan badan pe taang le vada
jane hasino ka kya hai irada
dekho logo ye kaisa zamana
sambhalo sambhalo hua main diwana
tan badan pe taang le vada
tan badan pe taang le vada
jane hasino ka kya hai irada

Behold, O folk, a world adrift and swayed,
I, too, am lost, my reason now decayed.
On skin and soul, a promise I enfold,
On skin and soul, a promise to be told,
What wicked games these laughing eyes have played!
Behold, O folk, a world adrift and swayed,
I, too, am lost, my reason now decayed.
On skin and soul, a promise I enfold,
On skin and soul, a promise to be told,
What wicked games these laughing eyes have played!

A life renewed, in hues of bright display,
A life renewed, in hues of bright display,
This age unveils, in every tempting way.
No veil of grace, no modesty remains,
No veil of grace, no modesty remains,
Behold, O folk, a world adrift and swayed,
I, too, am lost, my reason now decayed.
On skin and soul, a promise I enfold,
On skin and soul, a promise to be told,
What wicked games these laughing eyes have played!

This form, it struggles in its garment's hold,
This form, it struggles in its garment's hold,
The garden shrinks, its beauty now grows old.
The pledge now spills, from chalice over-filled,
The pledge now spills, from chalice over-filled,
Behold, O folk, a world adrift and swayed,
I, too, am lost, my reason now decayed.
On skin and soul, a promise I enfold,
On skin and soul, a promise to be told,
What wicked games these laughing eyes have played!
Behold, O folk, a world adrift and swayed,
I, too, am lost, my reason now decayed.
On skin and soul, a promise I enfold,
On skin and soul, a promise to be told,
What wicked games these laughing eyes have played!