jab din hasin dil ho jawan
kyo naa manaye picnic
jab din hasin dil ho jawan
kyo naa manaye picnic
sine me aag, hontho pe raag
miljul ke gaaye picnic

o cycle sawar bandhe kataar lo ham chale
ye jungle ke paar hirno ki dhaar jaise chale
mausam pe rang, dil me umang
phir kyo naa jaaye picnic
jab din hasin dil ho jawan
kyo naa manaye picnic
sine me aag, hontho pe raag
miljul ke gaaye picnic

o pani kaa shor, lehro kaa jor aa tod de
o tufan me naav miljul ke aao
sab chhod de
sahil se dur jake hujur aisi jamaye picnic
jab din hasin dil ho jawan
kyo naa manaye picnic
sine me aag, hontho pe raag
miljul ke gaaye picnic

o ye din ajib hum tum karib hay phir kahan
o masti ke khel apaas kaa mel
hay phir kahan
julfo ke jaal, udte rumal, rangin banaye picnic
jab din hasin dil ho jawan
kyo naa manaye picnic
sine me aag, hontho pe raag
miljul ke gaaye picnic

When days are bright, and hearts are young,
Why not a picnic, joy is sung?
When days are bright, and hearts are young,
Why not a picnic, joy is flung?
Fire in the breast, a song on lips,
United souls, on picnic trips.

Oh, cyclists, ride, in line we'll move,
Beyond the woods, our spirits groove,
Like deer we run, a flowing stream,
With colors of the season, a vibrant dream.
In hearts delight, why hesitate?
To picnic forth, before it's late.
When days are bright, and hearts are young,
Why not a picnic, joy is flung?
Fire in the breast, a song on lips,
United souls, on picnic trips.

The water's roar, the waves' command,
Let loose the chains, on sea and sand.
In storms we sail, with hearts entwined,
Leave all behind, of every kind.
Far from the shore, a joyous throng,
Let's build a picnic, where we belong.
When days are bright, and hearts are young,
Why not a picnic, joy is flung?
Fire in the breast, a song on lips,
United souls, on picnic trips.

Oh, this strange day, you near to me,
Where else, the glee, the revelry?
Games of fun, a bond so deep,
Where else to keep, the joy we reap?
Tresses of hair, scarves in the breeze,
Colors ablaze, among the trees.
When days are bright, and hearts are young,
Why not a picnic, joy is flung?
Fire in the breast, a song on lips,
United souls, on picnic trips.