janam janam ka sath hamara
sath kabhi ye chhute na
jug jug ki ye preet purani
preet hamari tute na

mil hi gaye jab nayan se nayan
hone bhi do pyara pyara milan
lage hai dar jane kya hoga
dekhe jo koi hamara milan
sasns ki dor jo tute to tute
pyar ki dor ye tute na
janam janam ka sath hamara
sath kabhi ye chhute na

dedo vachan mujhko sajna
chhod oge mera kabhi sang na
tum hi to naino ki jyoti ho
bhulenge kaise tumhe ye naina
aayenge rang umang bhare din
humse jo kismat ruthe na
janam janam ka sath hamara
sath kabhi ye chhute na

phul bagiya me bulbul bole
dal pe bole koyaliya pyar karo pyar karo
rut pyar ki aayi re bhavro se kahti hai kaliya

pyar to hai talvar ki dhar
kyo pyar ki mushkil hai galiya
pyar mera radha bawariya ban gai
ratte ratte sawaliya

jo pyar karte jag se na darte
premi agan me palte hai
deepak ke tan me lo ki lagan me
lakho patange jalte hai jan kare kurban hiran
jab preet ki baje basuriya
pyar karo pyar karo rut pyar ki aayi re
bhavro se kahti hai kaliya
pyar mera radha bawariya ban gai
ratte ratte sawaliya

kaun karega preet yaha
jab koi kisi ka meet nahi
preet bhara sangit nahi to
pyar ki jag me jeet nahi
tar baje jab beena ke
tab pyar ki baje payaliya
pyar karo pyar karo
rut pyar ki aayi re
bhavro se kahti hai kaliya
pyar mera radha bawariya ban gai
ratte ratte sawaliya

Our souls entwined, across births untold,
A bond unwavering, never to grow cold.
A love eternal, of ages past,
May our devotion forever last.

When eyes first met, in a tender gaze,
Let our sweet union fill these days.
Fear whispers, of what fate may bring,
Should others witness our blossoming.
Though breath may cease, and life may wane,
May love's strong chain forever remain.
Our souls entwined, across births untold,
A bond unwavering, never to grow cold.

Promise me, beloved, a vow you'll keep,
Never to leave, nor secrets to sleep.
You are the light, that fills my eyes,
How could my gaze forget your guise?
Joyful days will bloom, with colors bright,
May fate not turn, from our delight.
Our souls entwined, across births untold,
A bond unwavering, never to grow cold.

In the garden, the bulbul sings its song,
The cuckoo calls, where we belong.
The season of love has arrived, they say,
As the blossoms whisper to the honeybee's sway.

Love is a blade, with an edge so keen,
Why are love's paths so hard to convene?
Radha was lost, in love's sweet blaze,
Chanting for Krishna, through all her days.

Those who love, fear not the world's disdain,
Lovers are forged in passion's flame.
Like moths to the flame, they sacrifice all,
When love's flute calls, they cannot stall.
The deer gives life when love is near,
As love's flute plays, dispelling fear.
Love's season is here, they say,
As the blossoms whisper to the honeybee's sway.
Radha was lost, in love's sweet blaze,
Chanting for Krishna, through all her days.

Who will love, in this barren land,
Where friend and lover, no longer stand?
Without love's music, a sorrowful plea,
There is no victory, for you or for me.
When the veena sings, its graceful art,
Love's anklets dance, within the heart.
Love's season is here, they say,
As the blossoms whisper to the honeybee's sway.
Radha was lost, in love's sweet blaze,
Chanting for Krishna, through all her days.