pantang sang ud gaya bachpan jhanak
jhanak man dagar suhani re
ladakpan aaya ab to kasak masak ye kya mastaani re
are kya haay jawaani ki hoti hai yahi nishaani re
ki chitwan tirchi tirchi huyi jaaye haan aayi jawaani re
ho jawaani aayi saath mein laayi
pawan ke sang sang har ang chale hichgole le ke
gagan ke rang se ude hai takdir
lagi humraahi chali purwaayi
main hoon tera romeo tu meri hai wohi juleot

are main raanjha tera tu meri hai heer
soniye mil ja mele mein ke iska naaam jawaani
ke jo na main na hoon tere sang to phir kis kaam jawaani
are woh nahi jaante hoti kis kaam jawaani
tabhi to hoti hai har baar yeh badnaam jawaani
soniye mil ja mele mein ke iska naaam jawaani
are ke aaja meri jaan ki na main musalman
na hindu jaisi koyi bat hu

are mein prem khajaane ka hoon pehredaar
are ho khabardaar aashiq ki jaat hoon
hey banaras ke ikke mein ho ganga tir chalenge
barf ki dhoop sunghane are kashmir chalenge
are kaise bhi ho halat main tujhko ghuma laau bagdad
ye mera waada jaanam
are yeh chunari bikaaner ki surma jhumka mehandi
ye mera waada jaanam
soniye mil ja mele mein ke iska nam jawaani
ke jo na main na hoon tere sang to phir kis kaam jawaani
are woh nahi jaante hoti kis kaam jawaani
tabhi to hoti hai har baar are badnaam jawaani
soniye mil ja mele mein ke iska naaam jawaani

are khulja ki khurjan are mathura ke pedhe
rewdi meerut wali chaat tari waha ki laayega
are main hukam karu to dur arab se pura baag khajoor
laadke aangan mein bahrpur tu mere lagwaayega
are lagwaayunga lagwaayunga lagwaayunga

to phir tu mil ja mele mein ke iska naam jawaani
nahi ye chhota masla bahot bada hai kaand jawaani
are ye sarpat sarpat dhode meri jaan jawaani
are ye ghar ki murgi nahi ye chutta saand jawaani
soniye mil ja
soniye mil ja mil ja mil ja mil ja mil ja
soniye mil ja soniye mil ja

Childhood, a kite aloft, vanished in a flash,
A joyful path, memory's hush.
Adolescence, a teasing ache, a mischievous dash,
What is this intoxicating rush?

Oh, is this the essence of youth, has youth truly come?
Glances, oblique, as youth has begun.
Youth arrives, carrying on the breeze,
Each limb dances, a joyous tease.
Destiny soars, painted with sky's hues,
A companion wind, the east wind pursues.
I am your Romeo, you my Juliet true.

I am your Ranjha, you my Heer divine.
Beloved, meet me in the fair, this is youth's sign!
If I am not with you, what use is youth's prime?
They know not the purpose, the true youth's climb,
Thus, each time, youth is maligned.
Beloved, meet me in the fair, this is youth's sign!
I am neither Muslim nor Hindu, no such defining line,
I am the guardian of love's treasure, a heart intertwined.
Beware, for I am a lover's kind.

We'll ride the Banaras rickshaw, to the Ganges shore,
To smell the ice-kissed sun, to Kashmir explore.
Through every hardship, I'll take you to Baghdad's door,
This is my promise, my beloved, forevermore.
This Bikaner veil, kohl, earrings, henna's art,
This is my promise, my beloved, upon my heart.
Beloved, meet me in the fair, this is youth's sign!
If I am not with you, what use is youth's prime?
They know not the purpose, the true youth's climb,
Thus, each time, youth is maligned.
Beloved, meet me in the fair, this is youth's sign!

Open up, dear soul! Mathura's sweets,
Meerut's candies, the taste it greets.
If I command, from distant Arabia, a date-filled spree,
You'll fill my courtyard, and plant them for me.
I will, I will, I will, I will!

Then meet me in the fair, for this is youth's plea!
Not a small spice, but a great deed, youth's energy!
It races forward, my love, this is youth's decree!
No house-bound hen, but a wild bull, youth, running free!
Beloved, meet me...
Beloved, meet, meet, meet, meet, meet...
Beloved, meet me, beloved, meet!