meri umar ka ek ladka mat pucho kya karta hai
ankh jhuka ke chalta hai sayad mujhse darta hai
meri umar ka ek ladka mat pucho kya karta hai
ankh jhuka ke chalta hai sayad mujhse darta hai
meri umar ki ek ladki mat pucho kya karti hai
pyar bhare khat likhti hai sayad mujhpe marti hai

pucho na uske nain hai kaise nain mile to lagta hai aise
pucho na uske nain hai kaise nain mile to lagta hai aise
jaise ambar niche hai, jaise upar dharti hai
meri umar ki ek ladki mat pucho kya karti hai
pyar bhare khat likhti hai sayad mujhpe marti hai
upar se kuch or wo chaliya andar se chitchor wo chaliya
upar se kuch or wo chaliya andar se chitchor wo chaliya
samne chup chup rahta hai chupke ahe bharta hai
meri umar ka ek ladka mat pucho kya karta hai
ankh jhuka ke chalta hai sayad mujhse darta hai

kon hai wo kya nam hai uska sahar me charcha aam hai uska
kon hai wo kya nam hai uska sahar me charcha aam hai uska
bikul tere jaisa hai wo tu bhi ho sakta hai
meri umar ka ek ladka mat pucho kya karta hai
ankh jhuka ke chalta hai sayad mujhse darta hai
meri umar ki ek ladki mat pucho kya karti hai
pyar bhare khat likhti hai sayad mujhpe marti hai

Don't ask of him, the boy of my age, what he does,
He walks with eyes cast low, perhaps he is smitten,
Don't ask of him, the boy of my age, what he does,
He walks with eyes cast low, perhaps he is smitten,
Don't ask of her, the girl of my age, what she does,
She pens love-filled letters, perhaps she is dying for me.

Ask not of her eyes, what they are like, when eyes meet, it feels,
Ask not of her eyes, what they are like, when eyes meet, it feels,
As if the heavens descend, as if the earth ascends,
Don't ask of her, the girl of my age, what she does,
She pens love-filled letters, perhaps she is dying for me.
On the surface, one thing, that rogue, within, a thief, that rogue,
On the surface, one thing, that rogue, within, a thief, that rogue,
Silent in my presence, sighing in secret,
Don't ask of him, the boy of my age, what he does,
He walks with eyes cast low, perhaps he is smitten.

Who is he, what is his name, it is the talk of the town,
Who is he, what is his name, it is the talk of the town,
He is just like you, perhaps it could be you,
Don't ask of him, the boy of my age, what he does,
He walks with eyes cast low, perhaps he is smitten,
Don't ask of her, the girl of my age, what she does,
She pens love-filled letters, perhaps she is dying for me.