san sann san san sanan chale pawan
jhan jhan jhan jhan jhanan jhume gagan
khan khan khan khan khanan baaje kangan
man aaj magan lage laagi lagan sohe sang sajan
ang ang magan masti mein lahraya masti mein lahraya
chhaya dharti pe ye yauvan chhaya
aaj rituon ka raja aaya
chhaya dharti pe ye yauvan chhaya
aaj rituon ka raja aaya
aaya aaya basant lahrata
gungunata muskurata
lakhon rango ne rang jamaya
aaj rituon ka raja aaya
chhaya dharti pe ye yauvan chhaya
aaj rituon ka raja aaya

mausam suhana hai rut hai basanti
rasiya tum hai to main hui raswanti
kaliyon ki galiyon mein bnanwaro ki toli
tu mera ho ja re main teri ho li
pran kahe tu tu na rahe main na rahu
ras rang bhare tan man ko nahlaya
tan man ko nahlaya
koyal ne sandesh sunaya
aaj rituon ka raja aaya
chhaya dharti pe ye yauvan chhaya
aaj rituon ka raja aaya

belon se lipati hai pyasi latayen
has has ke birhan ke man ko sataye
sakhiya hilmil ke khushiyaan manaye
hum kisse mil mil ke batiyaan banaye
gati rahi itrati rahi balkhati rahi
dukhpati rahi wo chhaliya nahi aaya
wo chhaliya nahi aaya
is rut ne hume tarsaya
aaj rituon ka raja aaya
chhaya dharti pe ye yauvan chhaya
aaj rituon ka raja aaya

The wind whispers, sun on sun it strides,
The heavens sway, a dance of joyful tides.
Bangles chime, a rhythm in the air,
The heart rejoices, love beyond compare,
With the beloved, a bliss we share.

Each limb enraptured, in ecstasy it streams,
Youth's vibrant hues on earth now gleam,
The king of seasons, in his glory, it seems.
Youth's vibrant hues on earth now gleam,
The king of seasons, in his glory, it seems.

He comes, he comes, the spring in waves,
Humming soft, a smile that saves,
Millions of colors in a vibrant frame,
The king of seasons, in his glory, it seems.
Youth's vibrant hues on earth now gleam,
The king of seasons, in his glory, it seems.

The weather's sweet, the season's gold,
You, my beloved, a story to be told.
In lanes of buds, the bees convene,
Be mine, my love, and I your queen.
The soul cries out, let "you" and "I" fade,
Let the flow of colors wash our frame,
Wash our frame.
The cuckoo sings, a message conveyed,
The king of seasons, in his glory, it seems.
Youth's vibrant hues on earth now gleam,
The king of seasons, in his glory, it seems.

Vines embrace the thirsty vines,
Teasing the heart, its love it pines.
Friends gather, happiness they impart,
With whom shall we share this beating heart?
She sang and swayed, with a graceful art,
Suffering, that deceiver never came,
Never came.
This season, it did our hearts inflame,
The king of seasons, in his glory, it seems.
Youth's vibrant hues on earth now gleam,
The king of seasons, in his glory, it seems.