beet chali haye ram rut ye bahaar ki
beet chali haye ram rut ye bahaar ki aye na ab tak balma
dhire dhire tut rahi aas mere pyar ki
aaye na ab tak balma aaye na ab tak balma

teri yado ko dilse lagaye hue
kab se baithi hu ankhiya bichaye hue
teri yado ko dilse lagaye hue
kab se baithi hu ankhiya bichaye hue
jane wale judai me teri mujhe
jane wale judai me teri mujhe
ek jamana hua muskuraye hue
beet chali haye ram rut ye bahaar ki
aye na ab tak balma aye na ab tak balma

mere sawan me dil mera jalta raha
tera gum mere sine me palta raha
mere sawan me dil mera jalta raha
tera gum mere sine me palta raha
mai khadi hi rahi dil ko thame hue
mai khadi hi rahi dil ko thame hue
dard virah ka karwat badlata raha
beet chali haye ram rut ye bahaar ki
aye na ab tak balma aye na ab tak balma

ek din aake wada nibhaoge tum man ke
ujade nagar ko basaoge tum
ek din aake wada nibhaoge tum man ke
ujade nagar ko basaoge tum
ji rahi hu abhi tak isi aas par ji rahi hu abhi tak isi aas par
aake sine se mujhko lagaoge tum
beet chali haye ram rut ye bahaar ki
aye na ab tak balma ho aye na ab tak balma
dhire dhire tut rahi aas mere pyar ki
aaye na ab tak balma ho aaye na ab tak balma

The season's bloom has withered, oh, my love,
The season's bloom has withered, yet you're not here.
Slowly, the hope of my love fades above,
Yet you're not here, my love, you're not yet near.

Holding your memories close to my heart,
For how long have I waited, eyes open wide?
Holding your memories close, a work of art,
For how long have I waited, nowhere to hide.
Departed one, in your separation's plight,
Departed one, in your separation's hold,
An age has passed since my smile took flight,
The season's bloom has withered, stories untold.
Yet you're not here, my love, you're not yet near.

In my monsoon, my heart has burned and bled,
Your sorrow, in my chest, a constant tide.
In my monsoon, my heart, so often misled,
Your sorrow, in my chest, where secrets hide.
I stood there still, my heart within my grasp,
I stood there still, a prisoner of grace,
The pain of separation, in a constant clasp,
The season's bloom has withered, time and space.
Yet you're not here, my love.

One day you'll come, and keep your vow,
One day you'll come, and you'll find your way,
To dwell within the ruins, somehow,
To fill my desolate sight with a brighter day.
Living still on this hope, I hold so dear,
Living still on this hope, my heart's true claim,
You'll come and hold me close, banish all fear,
The season's bloom has withered, a whispering name.
Yet you're not here, my love, you're not yet near.
Slowly, the hope of my love fades above,
Yet you're not here, my love, you're not yet near.