jawan ho yaaro ye tumko hua kya
aji hamko dekho jara
jawan ho yaaro ye tumko hua kya
aji hamko dekho jara
ye mana abhi hai khali hath
na honge sada ye din raat
kabhi to banegi apni baat
are yaro mere pyaro meri mano dildaro

jawan ho yaaro ye tumko hua kya
aji hamko dekho jara
ye mana abhi hai khali hath
na honge sada ye din raat
kabhi to banegi apni baat
are yaro mere pyaro meri mano dildaro

mehnat se mile jo uspe gujar
duje ke maal ko thokar se maar
aayengi idhr bhi ek din bahar
ho gaya ye jamana bemial
ye mana abhi hai khali hath
na honge sada ye din raat
kabhi to banegi apni baat
are yaro mere pyaro meri mano dildaro

isko chhuna nahi hey raam raam
ye to hai paap ki gathari tamam
kab ye rut badal jaye kisko khabar
lag jaye hame bhi sone ke par
fir aise udege ham sab yaar
guulo se lageggi moter kaar
hasina hogi gale ka haar
are yaro mere pyaro meri mano dildaro

jawan ho yaaro ye tumko hua kya
aji hamko dekho jara
ye mana abhi hai khali hath
na honge sada ye din raat
kabhi to banegi apni baat
are yaro mere pyaro meri mano dildaro

Young friends, what ails you, what has come to pass?
Look at us, I implore.
Young friends, what ails you, what has come to pass?
Look at us, I implore.
True, our hands are empty still,
But these nights and days will not forever chill.
Our moment will arrive, fulfill.
Oh, friends, my loves, my hearts, heed my will.

Young friends, what ails you, what has come to pass?
Look at us, I implore.
True, our hands are empty still,
But these nights and days will not forever chill.
Our moment will arrive, fulfill.
Oh, friends, my loves, my hearts, heed my will.

Live on what labor brings your way,
Reject what others grasp to sway.
The bloom will come to us one day.
This age of wonders will hold sway.
True, our hands are empty still,
But these nights and days will not forever chill.
Our moment will arrive, fulfill.
Oh, friends, my loves, my hearts, heed my will.

Do not touch this, by the Lord's name, flee,
For it is a bundle of sins, you see.
Who knows when this season will transform?
And golden wings will our souls now warm.
Then we shall soar, our flight so bright,
Our cars adorned with floral light,
And beauty will be our heart's delight.
Oh, friends, my loves, my hearts, heed my will.

Young friends, what ails you, what has come to pass?
Look at us, I implore.
True, our hands are empty still,
But these nights and days will not forever chill.
Our moment will arrive, fulfill.
Oh, friends, my loves, my hearts, heed my will.