hui umar ye solha saal ki haye main
hui umar ye solha saal ki haye main
kya karu kya karu
jara ek najar to daal
ki kya karu kya karu
hui umar ye solha saal ki haye main

jaane kitne khilaune khele hai
maine apne bachapan mein maine paya haye
maine paya khilauna ab wo
jiski hasrat thi man mein
ab dekhna mera kamaal ki haye main
ab dekhna mera kamaal ki haye main
ki kya karu kya karu
hui umar ye solha saal ki haye main
ki kya karu kya karu

sona chandi na chahu jamila
na koi dhan daulat ki jise
main to mangu main to mangu
pyar jara sa kahe katraye aise
mera piya pada kangaal
mera piya pada kangaal
ki kya karu kya karu
hui umar ye solha saal ki haye main
ki kya karu kya karu

mujhe sautan lage re balma
ram kasam teri ye wardi
aisi bhi kya haye aisi bhi kya
gulami iski aaj khul ke bol de bedardi
meri khatir waqt nikal ki haye
meri khatir waqt nikal ki haye
ki kya karu kya karu
hui umar ye solha saal ki haye main
ki kya karu kya karu
jara ek najar to daal
ki kya karu kya karu

Sixteen summers bloom, oh woe is me,
Sixteen summers bloom, oh woe is me,
What shall I do, what shall I be?
Just cast a glance, and you will see,
What shall I do, what shall I be?
Sixteen summers bloom, oh woe is me.

So many toys I played with then,
Within my childhood's fleeting den,
I've found a toy, at last, to hold,
The one my heart had long enrolled,
Now watch my spirit rise and gleam,
Now watch my spirit rise and gleam,
What shall I do, what shall I be?
Sixteen summers bloom, oh woe is me,
What shall I do, what shall I be?

No gold or silver do I crave,
Nor worldly wealth I wish to save,
I only ask, I only plead,
For a lover's love, a tender deed,
Why do you hesitate and flee?
My love is poor, yet dear to me,
What shall I do, what shall I be?
Sixteen summers bloom, oh woe is me,
What shall I do, what shall I be?

My rival, your duty, seems to reign,
By God, this uniform, this chain!
Why such a life, why this decree?
Speak now, oh heartless, set me free!
Find time for me, my love, you must,
Find time for me, in trust, in trust,
What shall I do, what shall I be?
Sixteen summers bloom, oh woe is me,
What shall I do, what shall I be?
Just cast a glance, and you will see,
What shall I do, what shall I be?