o more sawre salone piya, tose milne ko machle jiya
o more sawre salone piya, tose milne ko machle jiya
hame na tarsa na abke baras din barkha ke aaye rasiya
o more sawre salone piya, tose milne ko machle jiya

pake nimbua anar ho jhuke ambua ki daal
kare papiha pukar piya aaja ek bar
pake nimbua anar ho jhuke ambua ki daal
kare papiha pukar piya aaja ek bar
ho piya aaja ek bar
tose man ki kahu batiya, maine dil hai tujhko diya
hame na tarsa na abke baras din barkha ke aaye rasiya
o more sawre salone piya, tose milne ko machle jiya

chale najro ka khel ho kahi chori-chori mel
kahi hirni ko chum kare hirni kulel
chale najro ka khel ho kahi chori-chori mel
kahi hirni ko chum kare hirni kulel
kare hirni kulel
gale milne ki rut aayi re, yahi gake chali jaye nadiya
hame na tarsa na abke baras din barkha ke aaye rasiya
o more sawre salone piya, tose milne ko machle jiya

hawa lahra ke aaye o mori chunri udaye
jiya dhak-dhak mora koi dekh le na haye
hawa lahra ke aaye o mori chunri udaye
jiya dhak-dhak mora koi dekh le na haye
koi dekh le na haye
maine dunia se mukh mod ke tere sapno ko apna liya
hame na tarsa na abke baras din barkha ke aaye rasiya
o more sawre salone piya, tose milne ko machle jiya
o more sawre salone piya, tose milne ko machle jiya
o more sawre salone piya, tose milne ko machle jiya

Oh, my dark, beautiful beloved, my soul yearns to meet you.
Oh, my dark, beautiful beloved, my soul yearns to meet you.
Do not torment me this year, for the rainy days have brought the joy.
Oh, my dark, beautiful beloved, my soul yearns to meet you.

Ripened lemons and pomegranates, mango branches bend low,
The cuckoo calls out, "My love, come once more."
Ripened lemons and pomegranates, mango branches bend low,
The cuckoo calls out, "My love, come once more."
Oh, my love, come once more,
I'll tell you the secrets of my heart, I have given you my soul.
Do not torment me this year, for the rainy days have brought the joy.
Oh, my dark, beautiful beloved, my soul yearns to meet you.

The game of glances, a stolen union,
Where the deer kiss, and the doe frolics.
The game of glances, a stolen union,
Where the deer kiss, and the doe frolics.
The doe frolics.
The season of embrace has arrived, the river sings this and flows away,
Do not torment me this year, for the rainy days have brought the joy.
Oh, my dark, beautiful beloved, my soul yearns to meet you.

The wind comes swaying, lifting my veil,
My heart pounds, oh, lest someone sees.
The wind comes swaying, lifting my veil,
My heart pounds, oh, lest someone sees.
Lest someone sees.
Turning my face from the world, I've embraced your dreams as my own.
Do not torment me this year, for the rainy days have brought the joy.
Oh, my dark, beautiful beloved, my soul yearns to meet you.
Oh, my dark, beautiful beloved, my soul yearns to meet you.
Oh, my dark, beautiful beloved, my soul yearns to meet you.