dil be kabu lab pe tarane dil be kabu lab pe tarane
aakh me masti hoti hai ye pandra solah
satrah ki kuch umar hi aisi hoti hai
ye pandra solah satrah ki kuch umar hi aisi hoti hai
ladka majnu ban jata hai adka majnu ban jata hai
ladki lalaa hoti hai ye pandra solah
satrah ki kuch umar hi aisi hoti hai
ye pandra solah satrah ki kuch umar hi aisi hoti hai

yeh pandra solah satrah ke din guzar na jaye bato me
pandra solah satrah ke din guzar na jaye bato me
aa dil se dil ka soda kar de hath tu de mere hatho me
de hath tu de mere hatho me de
jisme shamil apni marzi jisme shamil apni marzi
yar khushi wo hotii hai ye pandra solah
satrah ki kuch umar hi aisi hoti hai
ye pandra solah satrah ki kuch umar hi aisi hoti hai

o khusbhu phul kiran banke hum duniya sajane aye hai
khusbhu phul kiran banke hum duniya sajane aye hai
ho chandi sona paas nhi par pyar ka tofa laye hai
hum pyar ka tofa laye hai
pyar me yara jo dil hara pyar me yara jo dil hara
jeet usi ki hoti hai ye pandra solah
satrah ki kuch umar hi aisi hoti hai
ye pandra solah satrah ki kuch umar hi aisi hoti hai

Unfettered heart, on lips a song unbound,
In eyes, a revelry, a joyous sound.
Fifteen, sixteen, seventeen, a fleeting grace,
Such is the season, time cannot erase.
Fifteen, sixteen, seventeen, a fleeting grace,
Such is the season, time cannot erase.
A boy, a Majnu, lost in love's embrace,
A girl, a Laila, finds her destined space.
Fifteen, sixteen, seventeen, a fleeting grace,
Such is the season, time cannot erase.
Fifteen, sixteen, seventeen, a fleeting grace,
Such is the season, time cannot erase.

Let these sweet years not vanish into air,
These fifteen, sixteen, seventeen, beyond compare.
Let heart meet heart, in a sacred trade,
Give hand to hand, a promise to be made.
Give hand to hand, a promise to be made.
Where will and wish in unity reside,
That joy, my friend, is where true bliss does hide.
Fifteen, sixteen, seventeen, a fleeting grace,
Such is the season, time cannot erase.
Fifteen, sixteen, seventeen, a fleeting grace,
Such is the season, time cannot erase.

As fragrance, flower, as sunbeam's gilded ray,
To paint the world anew, we've come to stay.
No silver, gold, our pockets may not hold,
But love's sweet gift, a story to be told.
We bring the gift of love, in hearts to keep.
In love's sweet game, where souls so deeply weep,
The one who falls, their victory they reap.
Fifteen, sixteen, seventeen, a fleeting grace,
Such is the season, time cannot erase.
Fifteen, sixteen, seventeen, a fleeting grace,
Such is the season, time cannot erase.