har ek dil pe likhi hai ye wo kahani
hajar rang hai jisme wo ek jawani hai
jawani hoti hai sau afatab ka jaadu
jawani hoti hai husno shabab ka jadu
bas iski ek najar apna kaam karti hai
jawani wo hai ke duniya salam karti hai

pooja hoti hai pooja hoti hai jamne mein chadhate suraj ki
haa pooja hoti hai jamane mein chadhate suraj ki
abbe chatni ke abbe chatani ke tu ye kisse bat karta hai
main tera baa hu tu kyo din ko raat karta hai
mere bachche abhi tu nadan hai abhi dekha kya hai
ye jawani hai deewani aur samjha kay hai
kadar karta hai kadar karta jaha saaj dhalte suraj ki
kadar karta hai jaha saaj dhalte suraj ki
nahi chacha nahi pooja hoti hai jamne mein chadhte surj ki

ye kayi ladkiyo ka abba hai
ye kayi ladkiyo ka abba hai
haa abba kya jaan ka jhabba hai
haa abba kya jaan ka jhabba hai
aankhe ullu naak popat ki popat ki
tond lataki hui hai gusat ki
baal ghode ki chaal pagle ki
kaan hathi ke tond bhese ki chup
chhati pichali hai rang pila hai

is jawani mein haa is jawani mein
is jawani mein manjha dhila hai
ye budhapa chattan hota hai
ye budhapa chattan hota hai
iska kayala jamana hota hai
iska kayala jamana hota hai
ye budhapa tinka hai tinka hai
funk maare se udta firta hai
aur kuch aisi mix surat hai
aap to aadhi mard aadhi aurat hai
tu to ek besura sa baaja hai
tu to ganda hai tu to naayi hai

Upon each heart, a tale is etched,
A thousand hues, a youthful stretch.
Youth, a sorcery of a hundred suns,
A spell of beauty, where splendor runs.
A single glance, its work it weaves,
Such youth, the world itself believes.

Worship done, worship done, for the rising sun,
Yes, worship done, for the rising sun.
"Abe Chutney, Abe Chutney, to whom do you speak?"
"I am your father, why does the day break?"
"My child, you are still naive, what have you seen?"
"It's youth, it's madness, what does it mean?"
Appreciation, appreciation, for the setting sun's grace,
Appreciation, for the setting sun's embrace.
"No uncle, no, worship done, for the rising sun!"

He is the father of many daughters,
Yes, is the father of many daughters,
Yes, father is a life's mess.
Yes, father is a life's mess.
Eyes of an owl, nose of a parrot,
The belly hangs, a grotesque carrot.
Hair of a horse, madman's gait,
Ears of an elephant, belly of a cow,
Chest is sunken, the color is pale.

In this youth, yes, in this youth,
In this youth, the string is loose.
Old age, a rock it becomes,
Old age, the world overcomes.
Old age, a mere straw, a wisp of breeze,
A puff of breath, it flies with ease.
And such a mixed up face it wears,
Half man, half woman, it declares.
You are an out-of-tune, discordant sound,
You are filthy, you are a barber around.