umango ke din beete jaye bitate
bitate ye din hath na aaye
jawani ke din hai ye, haye jawani ke din hai ye
kisi ki ho ja ri gauri, kisi ko apna bana le
gauri jawani ke gun gaa le
umango ke din beete jaye
beet ke ye din hath na aaye
jawani ke din hai ye, haye jawani ke din hai ye
kisi ki ho ja re gauri, kisi ko apna bana le
gauri jawani ke gun gaa le

jawani ek nasha hai, jawani ek maja hai
ke jisme ke jisme insa ghume
aap ko apne ko chume
jawani ek nasha hai, jawani ek maja hai
ke jisme ke jisme insa ghume
aap ko apne ko chume
kisi ki ho ja ri gauri, kisi ko apna bana le
gauri jawani ke gun gaa le
umango ke din beete jaye
beet ke ye din hath na aaye
jawani ke din hai ye, haye jawani ke din hai ye
kisi ki ho ja ri gauri, kisi ko apna bana le
gauri jawani ke gun gaa le

jawani ek tarana ke jisko
ke jisko sune zamana
jisko gaaye wo dil ke jispe bani ho mushkil
jawani ek tarana ke jisko
ke jisko sune zamana
jisko gaaye wo dil ke jispe bani ho mushkil
kisi ki ho ja ri gauri, kisi ko apna bana le
gauri jawani ke gun gaa le
umango ke din beete jaye
beet ke ye din hath na aaye
jawani ke din hai ye, haye jawani ke din hai ye
kisi ki ho ja ri gauri, kisi ko apna bana le
gauri jawani ke gun gaa le

umango ke din beete jaye
beet ke ye din hath na aaye
jawani ke din hai ye, haye jawani ke din hai ye
kisi ki ho ja ri gauri, kisi ko apna bana le
gauri jawani ke gun gaale

The days of yearning, they slip away, they fade,
These fleeting days, a grasp cannot be made.
Youth's season here, alas, youth's season here,
Oh, fair one, yield to one, make another near.
Sing, fair one, sing the virtues of youth's prime.
The days of yearning, they slip away, with passing time,
These fleeting days, a grasp they cannot claim.
Youth's season here, alas, youth's season here,
Oh, fair one, yield to one, make another near.
Sing, fair one, sing the virtues of youth's prime.

Youth, a tempest, a delight's embrace,
Wherein, wherein, souls find their space.
They wander, they embrace their own true face.
Youth, a tempest, a delight's embrace,
Wherein, wherein, souls find their space.
They wander, they embrace their own true face.
Oh, fair one, yield to one, make another near.
Sing, fair one, sing the virtues of youth's prime.
The days of yearning, they slip away, with passing time,
These fleeting days, a grasp they cannot claim.
Youth's season here, alas, youth's season here,
Oh, fair one, yield to one, make another near.
Sing, fair one, sing the virtues of youth's prime.

Youth, a melody, the world now hears,
That which, that which, the era cheers,
Sung by the heart, where struggle appears.
Youth, a melody, the world now hears,
That which, that which, the era cheers,
Sung by the heart, where struggle appears.
Oh, fair one, yield to one, make another near.
Sing, fair one, sing the virtues of youth's prime.
The days of yearning, they slip away, with passing time,
These fleeting days, a grasp they cannot claim.
Youth's season here, alas, youth's season here,
Oh, fair one, yield to one, make another near.
Sing, fair one, sing the virtues of youth's prime.

The days of yearning, they slip away, with passing time,
These fleeting days, a grasp they cannot claim.
Youth's season here, alas, youth's season here,
Oh, fair one, yield to one, make another near.
Sing, fair one, sing the virtues of youth's prime.