mere pichhe ek divana
kuch albela mastana
koye roko re mujh ko sataye hai
mere age ek divani
hai jisaka nam javani
koye dekho re dil ko churaye hai
mere pichhe ek divana

machale jo dil tera kya hai kusur mera
chhodo ji chhodo picha ab to huzur mera
machale jo dil tera kya hai kusur mera
chhodo ji chhodo picha ab to huzur mera
aisi adaao pe to koye luta jaye hai
mere pichhe ek divana
kuch albela mastana
koye roko re mujh ko sataye hai
mere pichhe ek divana

aise bhe jaldi kya hai ham ko bhe sath le lo
jane do gusa ab toh hathon me hath le lo
aise bhe jaldi kya hai ham ko bhe sath le lo
jane do gusa ab toh hathon me hath le lo
dekho divana kaise batiya banaye hai
mere age ek divani
hai jisaka nam javani
koye dekho re dil ko churaye hai
mere pichhe ek divana

mujh me janab bolo aisi kya baat dekhi
galo me din dekha balo me rat dekhi
mujh me janab bolo aisi kya baat dekhi
galo me din dekha balo me rat dekhi
aise na dekho mera jiya ghabraye hai
mere aage ek divani hai jiska nam javani
koye dekho re dil ko churaye hai
mere pichhe ek divana
kuch albela mastana
koye roko re mujhko sataye hai
mere pichhe ek divana

A madman trails my shadow,
A whimsical, carefree fellow.
Someone, stop him, his pursuit is a torment.
Before me, a maiden's form,
Whose name is Youth, a gathering storm,
Look, she steals away my heart's content.
A madman trails my shadow.

If your heart does leap, what fault is mine?
Leave off, leave off, this chase, my lord, decline.
If your heart does leap, what fault is mine?
Leave off, leave off, this chase, my lord, decline.
Such charms, they lead to love's surrender, the sign.
A madman trails my shadow,
A whimsical, carefree fellow.
Someone, stop him, his pursuit is a torment.
A madman trails my shadow.

Why this haste, this frantic pace?
Take us with you, embrace!
Let anger fade, hands entwined in grace.
Why this haste, this frantic pace?
Take us with you, embrace!
See, the madman weaves his words, a lover's trace.
Before me, a maiden's form,
Whose name is Youth, a gathering storm,
Look, she steals away my heart's content.
A madman trails my shadow.

Tell me, Sir, what draws your eye to me?
In my cheeks, you see the day's decree,
In my hair, the night's dark mystery.
Tell me, Sir, what draws your eye to me?
In my cheeks, you see the day's decree,
In my hair, the night's dark mystery.
Do not gaze so, my soul, it trembles free.
Before me, a maiden's form,
Whose name is Youth, a gathering storm,
Look, she steals away my heart's content.
A madman trails my shadow,
A whimsical, carefree fellow.
Someone, stop him, his pursuit is a torment.
A madman trails my shadow.