badal uthiya ri sakhi badal uthya ri sakhi
mere sasre ki od pani barsaiga sir tod
badal uthya ri sakhi badal uthya ri sakhi

moti moti bund bhatabhat phutan lag gaye gole se
pani ke baha ke aage beh gaye nakke dyole se
uttar dakshin purab pashchim hawa ke jhakole se

janglya ke kiwad munde khul gaye ode sode se
janglya ke kiwad munde khul gaye ode sode se
isya pul tutya ri sakhi isya pul tutya ri sakhi
beh ge nadi naale johd paani barsega sir tod

badal uthya ri sakhi badal uthya ri sakhi
badal uthya ri sakhi badal uthya ri sakhi
badal uthya ri sakhi

The clouds have risen, oh friend, the clouds have risen.
My beloved's home, the rain will fall, breaking the crest.
The clouds have risen, oh friend, the clouds have risen.

Great drops like cannonballs, bursting forth,
Before the flood, the channels and vessels are swept away.
North, south, east, west, the wind's wild lashing,
The doors of my love's home, once closed, now stand open.
The doors of my love's home, once closed, now stand ajar.
Such a bridge broken, oh friend, such a bridge broken,
Rivers, streams, and ponds are washed away; the rain will fall, breaking the crest.

The clouds have risen, oh friend, the clouds have risen.
The clouds have risen, oh friend, the clouds have risen.
The clouds have risen, oh friend...