o jogi jog se mat kar pyaar
javaani rahti hai din chaar
o jogi jog se mat kar pyaar
javaani rahti hai din chaar
rahti hain din chaar, rahti hain din chaar
preet bin jina hain bekar
jogi jog se mat kar pyaar
javaani rahti hain dil chaar

preet jogi kabhi na darna
preet jogi kabhi na darna
preet bina jina bhi marna
preet bina jina bhi marna
preet rang se ranga huaa hain
ye sara sansaar
jogi jog se mat kar pyaar
javaani rahti hain dil chaar

nir bina machhali kab jiye
bhaunraa to ras ko hi piye
nir bina machhali kab jiye
bhaunraa to ras ko hi piye
dil se dil jod le
khule preet ka dwaar
jogi jog se mat kar pyaar
javaani rahti hain dil chaar

apne ko kyo bhul raha hain
apne ko kyo bhul raha hain
sapno me jo jhul raha hain
sapno me jo jhul raha hain
dub jaye wo in lahro me
kabhi na hoga paar
jogi jog se mat kar pyaar
javaani rahti hain dil chaar
o jogi jog se mat kar pyaar
javaani rahti hain dil chaar

O Yogi, shun love's austere call,
For youth's bright bloom, a fleeting fall.
O Yogi, shun love's austere call,
For youth's bright bloom, a fleeting fall,
Fleeting fall, a fading gleam,
Life's empty dance, a loveless dream.
Yogi, shun love's austere call,
For youth's bright bloom, a fleeting fall.

Fear not, Yogi, love's sweet sting,
Fear not, Yogi, love's sweet spring.
To live unloved, a dying thing,
To live unloved, a dying sting.
With love's embrace, the world's array,
In vibrant hues, lights up the way.
Yogi, shun love's austere call,
For youth's bright bloom, a fleeting fall.

A fish without the water's grace,
A bee that seeks the nectar's face.
A fish without the water's grace,
A bee that seeks the nectar's face.
Connect the hearts, a loving art,
And open wide the lover's heart.
Yogi, shun love's austere call,
For youth's bright bloom, a fleeting fall.

Why do you forget your own soul's plea?
Why do you forget your own soul's plea?
Lost in dreams, you cannot see,
Lost in dreams, you cannot be free.
Drown in waves, the soul will cease,
Beyond all shores, there is no peace.
Yogi, shun love's austere call,
For youth's bright bloom, a fleeting fall.
O Yogi, shun love's austere call,
For youth's bright bloom, a fleeting fall.