o varsha ke pahle baadal
mera sandesha le jana
o varsha ke pahle baadal
mera sandesha le jana
asuvan ki bundan barsa kar
asuvan ki bundan barsa kar
alka nagri me tum jakar
khabar meri pahuchana
o varsha ke pahle baadal
mera sandesha le jana

maal bhumi aur amarkut se
vindhyachal narmda ko jana
vidisha nagri aur setuhak hokar aage paanv badhana
aag virah ki jaha bhi pana
aag virah ki jaha bhi pana
baras baras kar use bujhana
o varsha ke pahle baadal
mera sandesha le jana

dekh andhera
dekh andhera piya milan ko chalegi chhup kar koi gauri
pag me tum bijli chamka kar khol na dena
khol na dena, khol na dena uski chori
virhan ko tum jaha bhi pana, use kahin na jalana
o varsha ke pahle baadal, mera sandesha le jana

ujjaini me mahakaal ka mandir jab tum paao
pujarino ka naach dekh kar
pujarino ka naach dekh kar apna man bahlao
par tum unke ang dhang ko dekh atak na jaao
par tum unke ang dhang ko dekh atak na jaao
shimla me na chambal me na kurushetra me rukna
jungle me na ganga ki lahro ko jo man jhukna
atal himalay pe chadhke phir yu mudna kailash ki or
jyu chanda ko dekh pyare
gagan ko jhume aaye chakor
alka me phir dhundh use tum
mera sadesha sunana
o varsha ke pahle baadal
mera sandesha le jana

O, cloud before the rain descends,
Carry my message, softly sent.
O, cloud before the rain descends,
Carry my message, heaven-bent.

Let tears of sorrow gently fall,
Let tears of sorrow gently fall,
And in Alaka, the city tall,
Deliver tidings, hear my call.
O, cloud before the rain descends,
Carry my message, heaven-sent.

From Malwa's earth and Amarkut's grace,
To Vindhyachal, and flowing place,
Of Narmada, in time and space,
Across Vidisha, at a swift pace.
If fires of longing you perceive,
If fires of longing you believe,
Let falling rain their embers leave,
And grief's own burning shall relieve.
O, cloud before the rain descends,
Carry my message, heaven-sent.

Watch the darkness, shadows creep,
Where a maiden, her tryst to keep,
Will steal away while all do sleep,
Don't let your lightning break her keep,
Don't let your lightning break her keep,
Don't let your lightning break her keep.
Where widows weep, a mournful sound,
Don't let their spirits touch the ground.
O, cloud before the rain descends,
Carry my message, heaven-sent.

In Ujjaini, where Mahakal dwells,
And temple bells their story tells,
Where dancers move, the heart compels,
Let your own spirit wander, feels.
But gaze not long, nor linger near,
But gaze not long, nor linger near,
On fleeting form, let no tear,
Hold you from your journey dear.
In Shimla, Chamba, nor the plain,
Nor jungle deep, nor Ganga's stain,
Nor fields of Kurukshetra’s pain,
Let any tempt you to remain.
Climb the Himalayas' icy crown,
And face the heights, look down,
Then turn to Kailash, famed renown,
As moon to sky, where stars are sown.
In Alaka then, search anew,
Then seek her, and my message through,
Then seek her, and my message through.
O, cloud before the rain descends,
Carry my message, heaven-sent.