ghananan ghananan ghananan ghananan
ghire ghata ghanghore saiyiyaa aaja
chhanan chhanan chhanan chhanan
naach utha man more sayiyaa aaja
aaja tadpate hain nazare sayiyaa aaja
jaane kya kya
ye karte hain hamko ishare, sayiyaa aaja
khoye khoye mere naina, bole kya kya
bole kya kya, bataau na bataau tohe sayiyaa
bole kya kya
tadpate hain nazare, sayiyaa aaja

teri tasveere lekar, aaye matwaale badal
moti barsate huye
teri tasveere lekar, aaye matwaale badal
moti barsate huye
bhigi na teri chunar, preetam ke man me chhupa ja
palke jhukate huye
ghananan ghananan ghananan ghananan
ghire ghata ghanghore saiyiyaa aaja
chhanan chhanan chhanan chhanan
naach utha man more sayiyaa aaja
aaja tadpate hain nazare sayiyaa aaja
jaane kya kya
ye karte hain hamko ishare, sayiyaa aaja
tadpate hain nazare sayiyaa aaja

saajan ki yaad lekar, thandi hawaye aai
dil ko jalate chale
preetam ka pyaar lekar
tere daman ko chhukar, tujhko bulate chale
ghananan ghananan ghananan ghananan
ghire ghata ghanghore saiyiyaa aaja
chhanan chhanan chhanan chhanan
naach utha man more sayiyaa aaja
aaja tadpate hain nazare sayiyaa aaja
jaane kya kya

The thunder rolls, a somber drum,
Dark clouds gather, Beloved, come.
The anklets chime, a joyous sound,
My peacock heart, on hallowed ground.
Come, the vistas yearn, Beloved, come.
Whispers of longing, what they become.
Come, the vistas yearn, Beloved, come.

Lost, my eyes, a whispered plea,
What secrets, shall I speak to thee?
What secrets, should I confess,
Or keep them locked in tenderness?
Come, the vistas yearn, Beloved, come.

Your images, the clouds embrace,
Intoxicated, time and space.
Pearls of rain, they gently pour,
Your likeness, forevermore.
Let your veil stay dry, Beloved,
Hide within your lover's heart, above.
Eyes lowered, in reverence true,
The thunder rolls, again for you.
Dark clouds gather, Beloved, come.
The anklets chime, the joyful sound,
My peacock heart, on hallowed ground.
Come, the vistas yearn, Beloved, come.
Whispers of longing, what they become.
Come, the vistas yearn, Beloved, come.

Memories of my love, the cool winds sigh,
Setting my heart ablaze, nearby.
Carrying your love, a gentle grace,
Touching your garment, in this sacred space.
Calling your name, on breezes light.
The thunder rolls, through darkest night.
Dark clouds gather, Beloved, come.
The anklets chime, the joyful sound,
My peacock heart, on hallowed ground.
Come, the vistas yearn, Beloved, come.
Whispers of longing, what they become.