bhawra beiman
bhawra beiman gaaye mohabbat ke gane
bade mastane suhane lubhane
kali yu maat jaye
boli lipat ras lei ja chipak ras lai ja
mere bag me koi shikwe na gaaye
bhawra beiman

bana ras ka lobhi udhar muskurata
bana ras ka lobhi udhar muskurata
tarane madbhare gungunata
bola lipat ras dai ja chipat ras dei ja
fiza me bade ashk humne bahaye
bhawra beiman gaaye mohabbat ke gane
bade mastane suhane lubhane
kali yu maat jaye
boli lipat ras lei ja chipak ras lai ja
mere bag me koi shikwe na gaaye
bhawra beiman

ye sunkar bekali me wo kali bhawre se yu boli
mera tum ho na ho
o ras ke lobhi mai teri ho li
are aa jao are aa ja
lipat ras lei ja chipak ras lai ja
baharo ki rut aaye na aaye

bhawra beiman gaaye mohabbat ke gane
bade mastane suhane lubhane
kali yu maat jaye
boli lipat ras lei ja chipak ras lai ja
mere bag me koi shikwe na gaaye
bhawra beiman

The bumblebee, a rogue,
sings songs of love's sweet ache,
intoxicating, charming, a tempting rogue.

The bud, so innocent, descends,
whispers, cling, drink deep, imbibe,
no complaints in my garden will wake.
The bumblebee, a rogue.

A lover of nectar, he smiles,
a lover of nectar, he smiles,
humming melodies, intoxicated,
he cries, cling deep, drink deep,
in the air, tears we've spilled.
The bumblebee, sings love's sweet ache,
intoxicating, charming, a tempting rogue.
The bud, so innocent, descends,
whispers, cling, drink deep, imbibe,
no complaints in my garden will wake.
The bumblebee, a rogue.

Hearing this, in her yearning, the bud to the bee, she sighs,
Whether you are mine or not,
Oh, nectar's lover, I am yours.
Come, come,
cling, drink deep, imbibe,
Spring's breath may come, or may not.

The bumblebee, sings love's sweet ache,
intoxicating, charming, a tempting rogue.
The bud, so innocent, descends,
whispers, cling, drink deep, imbibe,
no complaints in my garden will wake.
The bumblebee, a rogue.