bhagawaan ne aurat banai
dil diya pholaad ka
tootee kamar aage badi
mukhade pe tukada chaand ka

baaghon mein phool banate hai jab kaaliya phut ke
baaghon mein phool banate hai jab kaaliya phut ke
ye bhavare chale jaate hai javaanee lut ke
haay javaanee lut ke

aurat ko jo manao to baithegirooth ke
aurat ko jo manao to baithegi rooth ke
maani to chalee jaaye jindagaani lut ke
jindagaani lut ke

daulat churaata chor ye na maanee lut ke
meethee meethee najaron kee maharawaani lut te
ye vaayadon ke kachche hai hai pakke hai jhooth ke
ye vaayadon ke kachche hai hai pakke hai jhooth ke
ye bhavare chale jaate hai jawaani lut ke
haay jawaani lut ke

mukhada dikha paagal kiya phir baat na maani
ab tum kaho phir lutata hai kaun jawaani
sachamuch mein nakhare karati hai ye jhooth muth ke
sachamuch mein nakhare karati hai ye jhooth muth ke
ye bhavare chale jaate hai jawaani lut ke
haay jawaani lut ke

na roop bachega na bachega sarur hee
in muchchh vaalo ko rakhana door hee
aayege to jaane nahin paayege chhut ke
aayege to jaane nahin paayege chhut ke
ye bhavare chale jaate hai jawaani lut ke
haay jawaani lut ke

baaghon mein phool banate hai jab kaaliya phut ke
baaghon mein phool banate hai jab kaaliya phut ke
ye bhavare chale jaate hai javaanee lut ke
haay jawaani lut ke

God shaped a woman,
A heart of forged steel,
A broken back, she strides forth,
A moon's sliver upon her face.

In gardens, buds bloom, then burst,
In gardens, buds bloom, then burst,
Bees depart, youth plundered,
Alas, youth plundered.

If you appease a woman, she'll sit in scorn,
If you concede, life itself will be plundered,
Life itself plundered.

A thief steals wealth, not honour plundered,
The honeyed gaze, the favours surrendered,
Promises frail, yet lies they embrace,
Promises frail, yet lies they embrace,
Bees depart, youth plundered,
Alas, youth plundered.

She unveiled her face, drove one mad, then broke her vows,
Now tell me, who then truly plunders youth?
Indeed, she feigns tantrums, all untrue,
Indeed, she feigns tantrums, all untrue,
Bees depart, youth plundered,
Alas, youth plundered.

No beauty remains, nor any delight,
Keep those with moustaches far from sight,
They'll come, but escape they will not,
They'll come, but escape they will not,
Bees depart, youth plundered,
Alas, youth plundered.

In gardens, buds bloom, then burst,
In gardens, buds bloom, then burst,
Bees depart, youth plundered,
Alas, youth plundered.