o hay aa
bahut din bit gaye baalma
na mukh dikhlaya
na khat kabhi aaya
sandeshwa na laya
kaga bol bol ke
bhaut din bit gaye baalma

ye chaman ye kaliya ye phulo ka sama
ye chaman ye kaliya ye phulo ka sama
o koyaliya bata de mora piya hai kaha
ye chaman ye kaliya ye phulo ka sama
jiya bas me nahi bairi bas me nahi
haye bas me nahi
ho baadal ghir aaya khayal tera aaya
sandeshwa na laya
kaga bol bol ke
bhaut din bit gaye baalma

o hay aa
mora aanchal hawa me ajab rang laye
mora aanchal hawa me ajab rang laye
jaise jiya ki dhadkan mohe ye bataye
jaise jiya ki dhadkan mohe ye bataye
saajan ne hai aana piya ne hai aana
baalam ne hai aana
ho baadal ghir aaya khayal tera aaya
sandeshwa na laya
kaga bol bol ke
bhaut din bit gaye baalma

koi jake balam se ye kahde batiya
koi jake balam se ye kahde batiya
teri raahe take meri do ankhiya
koi jake balam se ye kahde batiya
dil yaad kare fariyad kare
haye yaad kare
ho baadal ghir aaya khayal tera aaya
sandeshwa na laya
kaga bol bol ke
bhaut din bit gaye baalma

Oh, my beloved, ah…

So many days have passed, my love,
You've shown no face,
No letter has arrived,
No messenger has come.
The crow repeats, repeating,
So many days have passed, my love.

This garden, these blossoms, this bloom,
This garden, these blossoms, this bloom,
Oh, cuckoo, tell me, where is my love?
This garden, these blossoms, this bloom,
My heart's not mine, my foe, it's not mine,
Alas, not mine.
The clouds gather, your thought arrives,
No messenger has come.
The crow repeats, repeating,
So many days have passed, my love.

Oh, my beloved, ah…
My scarf in the wind, it paints strange hues,
My scarf in the wind, it paints strange hues,
As if my heart's rhythm tells me so,
As if my heart's rhythm tells me so,
My love will come, my beloved will come,
My darling will come.
The clouds gather, your thought arrives,
No messenger has come.
The crow repeats, repeating,
So many days have passed, my love.

Go, tell my love these words,
Go, tell my love these words,
My two eyes await your path.
Go, tell my love these words,
My heart remembers, it cries out,
Alas, it remembers.
The clouds gather, your thought arrives,
No messenger has come.
The crow repeats, repeating,
So many days have passed, my love.