meri kurti jo maare waja, joban hai shawa
takke malwa dua pe maaja, joban hai shawa
ankha vich ankha da kitthe takki jaana hai
nede tukk penna hai, te hath kyu chalana hai
bole kid-kid taaye, tohe pai gaya syaapa
joban hai shawaa, joban hai shawaa
joban hai shawaa

o ankh maari jaana hai ke
ankh hi kharab hai
are daawan-dol neeyat hai ke
shu shaam-e-shabab hai
zohra-shora karde patakha
kabza karde tera ilaaka
aaja ang-ang paa le daaka
bole kid-kid taaye, tohe pai gaya syaapa
joban hai shawaa, joban hai shawaa
joban hai shawaa

hoye aaha shawaa hoye aaha
hoye hoye hoye shawaa
hoye hoye hoye burr

ho ik-ik taar nu chhediye, sab lajawaab hai
o pehle bhi saaz bajaye ke
pehli baar janaab hai
thoda khel tu karle mazaka
fir nak te hathh rakh ke aaka
bole kid-kid gaaye, tohe pai gaya syaapa
joban hai shawaa, joban hai shawaa
joban hai shawaa
o shawa shawa shawa shawa shawa shawa
o joban hai shawa shawa hai shawa shawa
haye ni haye ni haye ni shawa shawa shawa

My tunic's beat, a rhythmic plea, youth, it sings,
A king's desire for my soul's decree, youth, it sings.
Where eyes meet, a gaze, a knowing,
Nearness desired, why hands are flowing?
Whispers rise, a web they weave,
Youth, it sings, youth, it sings,
Youth, it sings.

Oh, a wink, a glance, a question,
Or just a clouded vision?
Is the heart a shifting maze,
Or the evening's youthful blaze?
They make a show, a fiery spark,
To claim the ground, leave their mark.
Come, plunder every hidden part,
Whispers rise, and tear apart,
Youth, it sings, youth, it sings,
Youth, it sings.

O, Shava, O, Shava,
O, O, O, Shava,
O, O, O, Barr.

Do not unravel, every thread is sublime,
Have you played before this time?
A first encounter, a maiden’s grace,
A playful dance, in this embrace.
Then hold back, your touch restrain,
And ask with longing, once again,
Whispers rise, a web they weave,
Youth, it sings, youth, it sings,
Youth, it sings.
O Shava Shava Shava Shava Shava Shava,
O Youth it sings Shava is Shava Shava,
Oh, my, my, my Shava Shava Shava.