buddha kya jawano se kam hai
haye ram buddhe me bada dam hai
buddha kya jawano se kam hai
haye ram buddhe me bada dam hai
kya masti hai kya takat hai
kya furti hai kya himmat hai
tuta mera sara bharam hai
haye ram buddhe me bada dam hai
buddha kya jawano se kam hai
haye ram buddhe me bada dam hai

dekho mere dil me kaisi halchal macha di
hui mai diwani aisi halat bana di
dekho mere dil me kaisi halchal macha di
hui mai diwani aisi halat bana di
samjhi mai pata tha ye to bamb hai
haye ram buddhe me bada dam hai
buddha kya jawano se kam hai
haye ram buddhe me bada dam hai

buddha hai begana par ye lagta hai apna
sach hai ya koi maine dekha hai sapna
buddha hai begana par ye lagta hai apna
sach hai ya koi maine dekha hai sapna
kahne me mujhe kya sharam hai
haye ram buddhe me bada dam hai
buddha kya jawano se kam hai
haye ram buddhe me bada dam hai

lagta hai ye buddha par buddha nahi hai
hai ye koi aur mere dil ko yaki hai
lagta hai ye buddha par buddha nahi hai
hai ye koi aur mere dil ko yaki hai
jaisa bhi hai dil ka naram hai
haye ram buddhe me bada dam hai
buddha kya jawano se kam hai
haye ram buddhe me bada dam hai
kya masti hai kya takat hai
kya furti hai kya himmat hai
tuta mera sara bharam hai
haye ram buddhe me bada dam hai
buddha kya jawano se kam hai
haye ram buddhe me bada dam hai

Does the old lack what the young possess?
Alas, old age holds a vibrant prowess!
Does the old lack what the young possess?
Alas, old age holds a vibrant prowess!
Such joy, such strength in every stride,
Such swiftness, courage deep inside!
My every notion now suppressed,
Alas, old age holds a vibrant prowess!
Does the old lack what the young possess?
Alas, old age holds a vibrant prowess!

See the storm within my heart ignite,
Driven wild, lost in this light!
See the storm within my heart ignite,
Driven wild, lost in this light!
I knew this, a love-bomb’s might,
Alas, old age holds a vibrant prowess!
Does the old lack what the young possess?
Alas, old age holds a vibrant prowess!

An outsider, yet feels as my own,
Is this truth, or a dream I’ve known?
An outsider, yet feels as my own,
Is this truth, or a dream I’ve known?
What shame is there to make it known?
Alas, old age holds a vibrant prowess!
Does the old lack what the young possess?
Alas, old age holds a vibrant prowess!

Appears aged, but is not, I feel,
A different spirit, my heart does reveal.
Appears aged, but is not, I feel,
A different spirit, my heart does reveal.
Whatever guise, a gentle appeal,
Alas, old age holds a vibrant prowess!
Does the old lack what the young possess?
Alas, old age holds a vibrant prowess!
Such joy, such strength in every stride,
Such swiftness, courage deep inside!
My every notion now suppressed,
Alas, old age holds a vibrant prowess!
Does the old lack what the young possess?
Alas, old age holds a vibrant prowess!