madbhari rut jawan hai
madbhari rut jawan hai
rut jawan hai
gaal rang bhare man umang bhare
gaal rang bhare man umang bhare
aankh ras tapkaye
rut jawan hai
madbhari rut jawan hai

daal ki lachak paat ki lahak phul ki mahak lalchaye
daal ki lachak paat ki lahak phul ki mahak lalchaye
yu bich balma
yu bich balma dur dikhaye kali-kali muskaye
madbhari rut jawan hai

chanchal rup damakti daamin lalcha kar tarsaye
chanchal rup damakti daamin lalcha kar tarsaye
isi lagan me aisa dube
isi lagan me aisa dube aap bhi gum ho jaye
rut jawan hai
madbhari rut jawan hai

The season blooms, a youth in honeyed guise,
A youthful season, where all passions rise.
Cheeks flushed with colour, spirits overflow,
Eyes that drip with nectar, secrets they bestow.
The season blooms, a youth in honeyed guise.

The branch's sway, the leaf's soft, whispered plea,
The flower's perfume, a sweet enticery.
The branch's sway, the leaf's soft, whispered plea,
The flower's perfume, a sweet enticery.
My love, so close, yet distant you appear,
Each bud now smiles, the season, honeyed, dear.

The restless form of lightning, bright and bold,
Creates a thirst, a story to be told.
In this desire, so deeply lost we've grown,
In this desire, our very selves unknown,
The season blooms, a youth in honeyed guise.