us waqt kya kare koi us waqt kya kare
jab husn jawani josh nahi
masti ke adaye hosh ho
jab husn jawani josh nahi
masti ke adaye hosh ho
dil ko kuch kaha kare
us waqt kya kare us waqt kya kare koi
us waqt kya kare
jab sunane mein man cahnchal ho
jab armano mein halchal ho
jab sunane mein man cahnchal ho
jab armano mein halchal ho
aankh mein koi kaha kare
us waqt kya kare us waqt kya kare koi
us waqt kya kare

chand aur taro ka mela ho
aise mein koi akela ho
aise mein koi akela ho
jab madhur chandni hansa kare
us waqt kya kare koi
us waqt kya kare
jab dil mein koi tamnna ho
jab dil mein koi tamnna ho
aur dil ko uska pta na ho
aur dil ko uska pta na ho
jee aisa waisa hua kare dil kya kare
us waqt kya kare
us waqt kya kare

jab husn jawani josh nahi
masti ke adaye hosh ho
jab husn jawani josh nahi
masti ke adaye hosh ho
dil ko kuch kaha kare
us waqt kya kare
us waqt kya kare koi
us waqt kya kare

When the bloom of youth has withered,
When passion's fire has turned to ash,
When joy's sweet dance is now a whisper,
When reason's hold begins to clash,
What then, does the soul truly do?
What then, when the heart feels hollow?
What then, when the vibrant hue
Of life's sweet song begins to follow?

When the restless mind takes flight,
When desires begin to churn and sway,
When the heart aches in the night,
When the eyes hold secrets to betray,
What then, does the soul truly do?
What then, when the heart feels hollow?
What then, when the vibrant hue
Of life's sweet song begins to follow?

When the moon and stars hold court above,
And solitude descends so deep,
When silver moonlight weaves of love,
And laughter softly starts to creep,
What then, does the soul truly do?
What then, when the heart feels hollow?
What then, when the vibrant hue
Of life's sweet song begins to follow?

When a yearning stirs within the core,
When a desire takes its hold,
And the heart knows it’s unsure,
And its secrets are yet to be told,
What then, does the soul truly do?
What then, when the heart feels hollow?
What then, when the vibrant hue
Of life's sweet song begins to follow?

When the bloom of youth has withered,
When passion's fire has turned to ash,
When joy's sweet dance is now a whisper,
When reason's hold begins to clash,
What then, does the soul truly do?
What then, when the heart feels hollow?
What then, when the vibrant hue
Of life's sweet song begins to follow?