ye surkhiya ye laliya ye zulfe bhi hansi
are hum na chahenge to kisi kam ki nahi
hum na chahenge to kisi kam ki nahi
ye surkhiya ye laliya ye zulfe bhi hansi
hum na chahenge to kisi kam ki nahi
hum na chahenge to kisi kam ki nahi
tera to naam pyar ke afsane me nahi
tera to naam pyar ke afsane me nahi
budho ko is zamane me koi puchhta nahi
budho ko is zamane me puchhta nahi

ye mast mast aankhe aur ye rup chulbula
do pal bhi na rahega ye pani ka bulbula
are ja itna garur na kar
kyu itna garur na kar
itna garur na kar karenge
itna garur na kar tu
o nikharte chaman ha
o nikharte chaman ha
are ha o nikharte chaman ha
jawani char din hai budhapa hajar din

ha ye sokhiya ye mastiya
inka hai kya yakin
are hum na chahenge to kisi kam ki nahi
hum na chahenge to kisi kam ki nahi

budhe ko phir jawani ka to khayal aa gaya
ke jaise basi dal me phir ubal aa gaya
kab ye tera irada kab ye tera irada
kab ye tera irada kab ye tera irada
nakam ho jaye ye nakam ho jaye
aji nakam ho jaye
yu dekhte hi teri bolo ram ho jaye

ha mukhde pe kali rat muh me dant bhi nahi
budho ko is zamane me koi puchhta nahi
budho ko is zamane me koi puchhta nahi

dhadi ke bal dekh na tu ha dil ka rang dekh
mera tu shok dekh ha meri umang dekh
baho me tujhko apni baho me tujhko apni
baho me tujhko apni hey ram
baho me tujhko apni mai to sulaunga
ha mai to sulaunga are ha mai to sulaunga
kasam hai tujhko din me hi tare dikhaunga

ishq ka mai aasma tu pyar ki zami
are hum na chahenge to kisi kam ki nahi
hum na chahenge to kisi kam ki nahi

chahre pe koi nur na aankho me koi roshni
jalti hai iske dil me phir bhi aag ishq ki
chand se andhere ka chand se andhere ka
chand se andhere ka chand se andhere ka
mukabala hai kya aahe mukabala hai kya
aji ha mukabala hai kya
budhe ko dekho ishq ne pagal bana diya
ha jidhar gayi jawani teri are tu bhi ja wahi
budho ko is zamane me koi puchhta nahi
budho ko is zamane me koi puchhta nahi

These crimson hues, these flushes bright, these locks so fair,
If I deny their charm, they’re naught but air.
These crimson hues, these flushes bright, these locks so fair,
If I deny their charm, they're burdens to bear.
Your name, it finds no place in love's sweet lore,
In this world, age is whispered and often ignored.

Those playful eyes, that form so light and free,
A water bubble, fleeting, soon to flee.
Oh, cast away your pride,
Why cling to pride so deep?
So much pride to keep.
Oh, blossoming garden, oh,
Youth, a fleeting bloom, old age, a thousand days will sleep.

These whims, these raptures, their fleeting guise,
If I deny their spark, they simply die.
If I deny their spark, they wither and lie.

The old man, love's memory, a sudden call,
As stale lentils, simmer again for all.
When will this desire?
When will it fade away?
Fail and decay?
May your heart, with a glance, fade and decay.

No teeth, no light, the moonless night's embrace,
In this world, age finds no welcoming space.

See not the beard, but gaze upon the soul,
Behold my fervor, see my spirit whole.
Within my arms, within my own hold,
Within my arms, I'll caress and keep,
Yes, I will caress.
I swear, even in the day, the stars you will reap.

I, the love-filled sky, you, love's fertile ground,
If I deny your spark, no worth is found.
If I deny your spark, it's all unwound.

No light on the face, the eyes devoid of gleam,
Yet love's fire still burns within, it would seem.
The moon's embrace, the darkness close,
The moon's embrace, the shadows grow,
A struggle to know?
See how love's madness has seized the old man's heart,
Go where your youth has gone, and play your part.
In this world, age finds no welcoming start.