jawan jawan jawan jawan
jawani tera bol bala bhudape tera muh kala
jawani tera bol bala bhudape tera muh kala
haye wo bhi kya din the
jab hum hasi the jawa the
mast bana det atha hamko pani ka ek pyala
jawani tera bol bala bhudapa tera muh kala

kya ho gaye re sawriya wo bal kale kale
kya ho gaye re sawriya wo bal kale kale
dekhe nahi jate re saiya gal dhile dhala
wo rup rang sajan kisne utar dala
jawani tera bol bala bhudapa tera muh kala

chaha tha jawa hoke har nari ko sunder dekho
jo chehra dikhe na bahar
use mai parde ke andar dekhu
isliye khayi thi goli
lekin ye kisko khabar thi
wo jalim doli kar degi yu mera diwala
jawani tera bol bala bhudapa tera muh kala

chahe jo jatan mai kar du
aaja balamwa pyare
chahe jo jatan mai kar du
aaja balamwa pyare
garwa mere lag lag ke phir se jaw aho jaye
ye dir ka bal phir se ho jaye kala
jawani tera bol bala bhudapa tera muh kala
jawani tera bol bala bhudapa tera muh kala

Youth, oh youth, a triumphant reign,
Old age, a darkened, shadowed stain.
Youth's glory echoes, loud and clear,
Old age, a face consumed by fear.
Ah, those days, a vibrant dream,
When laughter danced, a youthful gleam.
A single cup, a simple grace,
Could lift us high, in time and space.
Youth's glory echoes, loud and clear,
Old age, a face consumed by fear.

Where have flown, O lover fair,
Those raven locks beyond compare?
Where have flown, O lover fair,
My weary neck, a loosened snare?
That form, once vibrant, now withdrawn,
By whom, my love, was this change drawn?
Youth's glory echoes, loud and clear,
Old age, a face consumed by fear.

I craved youth's fire, to brightly see,
Each woman's beauty, wild and free.
The face unseen, the veiled desire,
I sought within, a burning fire.
A fatal shot, a whispered plea,
Who knew that doom would follow me?
That cruel palanquin, a final call,
Would bring my ruin, and cast me down.
Youth's glory echoes, loud and clear,
Old age, a face consumed by fear.

I’d try again, though try I might,
Come, beloved, to my sight!
I’d try again, though try I might,
Come, beloved, to my light!
And in my home, with love’s sweet art,
Would youth return to claim my heart,
And these grey hairs, that I now wear,
Would turn to black, beyond compare.
Youth's glory echoes, loud and clear,
Old age, a face consumed by fear.
Youth's glory echoes, loud and clear,
Old age, a face consumed by fear.