meri chadhti jawani ke rang dekh le
kaahe choli hui meri tang dekh le
meri chadhti jawani ke rang dekh le
kaahe choli hui meri tang dekh le
joshe jawani nahi hai tose kam
joshe jawani nahi hai tose kam
tere pass hai danda to mere pass hai dum

jo himmat ho tohri ho bake sipahiya
tu aaja atariya pe jung dekh le
jara chappan churi ki umang dekh le
aaj kaisi chadi hai re bhang dekh le
meri chadhti jawani ke rang dekh le
kaahe choli hui meri tang dekh le
joshe jawani nahi hai tose kam
tere pass hai danda to mere pass hai dum

tujhe apne jalwo se chhodu ke maru
abhi to chadi hai re hontho ki daru
chavvani bhi ghar me bachegi na babuwa
tu khilte huye mere ang dekh le
meri chadhti jawani ke rang dekh le
kaahe choli hui meri tang dekh le
joshe jawani nahi hai tose kam
tere pass hai danda to mere pass hai dum

ye meri lachakti kamariya ka jadu
chadhega to kar dega tujhko bekabu
jo naache hai tu ek gaane pe raja
to pura cinema bhi sang dekh le
meri chadhti jawani ke rang dekh le
kaahe choli hui meri tang dekh le
joshe jawani nahi hai tose kam
tere pass hai danda to mere pass hai dum

Behold the hues of my rising youth,
Why does my blouse feel tight, forsooth?
Behold the hues of my rising youth,
Why does my blouse feel tight, forsooth?
My youth's fire burns no less than yours,
My youth's fire burns no less than yours,
You hold a stick, I hold the core.

If courage you possess, brave soldier,
Come to the terrace, witness war.
Glimpse the passion of fifty-six blades,
See how the bhang ascends today.
Behold the hues of my rising youth,
Why does my blouse feel tight, forsooth?
My youth's fire burns no less than yours,
You hold a stick, I hold the core.

From my allure, I'll leave you or destroy,
The liquor of my lips has yet to deploy.
Not even a coin will remain, my dear,
Behold my blossoming limbs so clear.
Behold the hues of my rising youth,
Why does my blouse feel tight, forsooth?
My youth's fire burns no less than yours,
You hold a stick, I hold the core.

The magic of my swaying waist,
Will rise and leave you displaced.
If you dance to just one song, my king,
Then the whole cinema, with me, will swing.
Behold the hues of my rising youth,
Why does my blouse feel tight, forsooth?
My youth's fire burns no less than yours,
You hold a stick, I hold the core.